"Come on in!"
"I—I do not want to bother you. But I saw your light and—"
"What on earth have you been doing?"
"Walkin'. Yoost walkin'."
"All night?"
"I—" Nels looked at the floor. "I did not want to see Hilda. I—I lose my yob."
"How come?"
Nels smiled again, but it was a sickly smile. "Mrs. Martin, she's helpin' in the kitchen while huntin' season's on, she says, 'Nels,' she says, 'the door on the walk-in cooler is stuck. I can't open it. Can you?' I say I open it and Thornton comes. 'Told you to stay out of here!' he yells. He was awful mad. 'Now get out and stay out!' So, no more yob."
"You'll get another one."
"Oh sure. I get another one easy. You—You know where?"