"Yes, boy?"
"Let's—let's take a walk."
We went through the little sleeping community. She clung to my arm lightly....
"You're the first woman I haven't been frightened of, rather, have felt at home with."
"You, who have been a tramp, a worker all over the country ... in big cities ... do you mean to tell me that?—"
"Yes ... yes ... before God, it is true! You don't think I'm a fool, do you—a ninny?"
"No, on the contrary, I think you are a good man ... that it is miraculous ... I—I feel so old beside you ... how old are you, Johnnie?"
"Twenty-six."
"Why, I'm only two years older ... yet I feel like your mother."