"How many copies?"
"One thousand."
He spoke as if in fear.
"Fifty cents too much?"
Myra laughed.
"I don't want the school to ruin you!"
He said nothing further, and in the awkward silence she began pitifully to button her coat. There was no reason for staying.
Then suddenly he spoke, huskily:
"Don't go, Miss Craig…."
"You want …" she began.