"But there, never mind." The strong, handsome fellow brushes a tear aside, and taking up his gun again, tries to be cheerful, and shake off the care that encompasses him.
"And you got lonesome, and went down to see Sylvia Fields, didn't you?"
Again the girl's foot swings, and she looks askance from under her dark, heavy hair, at John Logan.
"Carrie, listen to me. Ever since I can remember, my mother waited and watched for my coming at my cabin door. But now, only think how lonely it is to live there. I can't go away. I have no fortune, no friends, no people. What would people say to me and of me out in the great world? Well, I went to Squire Fields, and I had a long talk with Sylvia."
The girl starts, and almost chokes.
"Been to see Sylvia Fields!" and with her booted foot she kicks the bark of a tree with all her might. "Had a long talk with her!" Then she whirls around, plunges her hand in her pocket, and swings her dress and says, as she pouts out her mouth,
"Oh, I feel just awful!"
John Logan approaches her.
"Why, Carrie, what's the matter?"
Carrie still swings herself, and turns her back to the man as she says, half savagely,