"Better than Perdue's store?"
"Perdue's store be blowed! No more of that for me."
"So you don't intend to go there again?"
"Not much."
"But where will you spend your evenings?"
"Don't know; haven't many more to spend."
Keith looked up quickly. Joe had buried his face in his hands, and was huddled on the edge of the table. Going to his side, he placed his hand on the young man's shoulder.
"Joe!"
No answer.
"Joe, you don't mean it, surely! What's the matter?"