He bit his lip in his annoyance, shivering with a presentiment. "What about, Josie?"
"About Wednesday night—after prayer meeting. Why didn't you wait for me?"
"Why—ah—I had to get back to the store, you know—there were some cheques to be made out and sent off, and I'd forgotten them. Besides," he added on inspiration, "you were talking with Roland and I didn't want to interrupt you."
"So you left me to go home with him?"
"Why, what else—"
"You're making me awful' unhappy." Her voice trembled.
"I, Josie?"
"Yes. You knew I didn't want to walk home with Roland."
"How could I know that?"
"I should think you ought to know it, Nat, unless you're blind. Besides, I told you once."