"How do you know I did?"
"Guessed it from your expression—and a hint I had had. Didn't you rather enjoy doing it?"
"Much more than I should have expected," he was forced to admit under the scrutiny of her eyes.
"How I wish you could leave the bank and join the boys in the work out here. Don't you almost wish so yourself?" she demanded, thrusting her hand through his arm, as he paced along, his hands in his pockets. The old garden paths were quite wide enough for two, when they walked close together.
Max looked down at her. "To tell the truth, I'm beginning to wish so too."
This, from Max, was a great admission. Sally's eyes sparkled with pleasure. "Oh, can't you?" she cried.
"I don't see how I can, this year. To be sure, Jarve's paying all the expenses and taking all the responsibility these first two years, according to agreement, but I can't lie down on him. Of course it's all outgo and no income until we get the strawberries to bearing next year. Meanwhile the family has to be supported, and what timber we've thought best to sell won't do that, if all of us stop work. It's all right for Al and Bob to spend this season on the farm, for Jarve would have to hire somebody anyway, but it's different with me, and my salary is more than they could earn, both together, at their old jobs. No—I must grind away another year. But then—"
"Then you'll come?"
"Yes, and be glad to."
"I'm so delighted to hear you say that!"