"That so?" he said, and not much else till the next Sunday. With all the week to think about it in, he began to ask himself in current slang, "Where do I come in?"
So the next time they drove together he tried again to tighten his arm about her while he said:
"I'll miss you, Rosie."
"So'll pap," she said.
There was a long pause, then he said: "What's the use o' going away anyhow? I thought you an' me was goin' to be married when we grew up."
She shook herself free. "We ain't grown up yet."
"I guess we won't never get our growth, then," he said with a chuckle; "you don't need that extra schoolin' any more'n I do."
They rode in silence down the beautiful valley, with the charm of early autumn lying over it.
"You mustn't go and forget me off there in Madison," he said, giving her a squeeze.
"Carl, you stop that! You mustn't do that! I'll jump out o' the buggy if you do that again!"