Then her senses became confused and the objects in the room circled around her unsteadily. “I'm tired,” she murmured. Her head sank drowsily into the lavender scented pillow and she slept too soundly to take note of the three o'clock train leaving the station. It was almost sunset when she was aroused by voices under her window.
“That feller's gone home,” said Joe.
“Do tell!” exclaimed Hepsey. “Did he pay his board?”
“Yep, every cent. He's a-comin' back.”
“When?”
“D'know. Don't she know?” The emphasis indicated Miss Thorne.
“I guess not,” answered Hepsey. “They said good bye right in front of me, and there wa'n't nothin' said about it.”
“They ain't courtin', then,” said Joe, after a few moments of painful thought, and Ruth, in her chamber above, laughed happily to herself.
“Mebbe not,” rejoined Hepsey. “It ain't fer sech as me to say when there's courtin' and when there ain't, after havin' gone well nigh onto five year with a country loafer what ain't never said nothin'.” She stalked into the house, closed the door, and noisily bolted it. Joe stood there for a moment, as one struck dumb, then gave a long, low whistle of astonishment and walked slowly down the hill.