“I am going to Maine. To Old Rock.”
“Old Rock, Maine!” he shouted in surprise.
“Yes. Why not?”
“It is near the home of my mother. The place is so small that it seems strange that, with all of the rest of the world to go to, you should be going there.”
Virginia arose from the bench and came over by his chair. “Good bye, Joe,” she said, very softly. “I hope that you will soon be well.” A sad little face looked down at him. “Please, forgive me for hurting you. I am so sorry.” Her lips trembled.
“Forget it,” he said roughly; but there was that in his face which contradicted his tone. “I ran into you.”
“We can’t agree, can we?” she said thoughtfully, and her voice broke as she continued, “I want to ask a favor of you, Joe.”
“Sure.” He eyed her expectantly.
“Will you see that the room–is nicely arranged?”
“You bet I will.”