"How did you know I was in here?" she asked, looping back the white curtain.
"I can always tell where you are without looking."
"Are you goin' to make fun of me again?"
"If I could even eat enough to keep a chicken alive I think I'd feel better," said Wash Sanders, looking far off down the road.
"I never did make fun of you," the young fellow declared in a whisper, leaning close to the window. "And I wish you wouldn't keep on saying that I do."
"I won't say it any more if you don't want me to."
"But I can't eat and can't sleep, and that settles it," said Wash Sanders.
"Of course I don't want you to say it. It makes me think that you are looking for an excuse not to like me."
"Would you care very much if I didn't like you?"
"If I had taken another slug of that Gum Springs doctor's stuff I couldn't have lived ten minutes longer," said Wash Sanders.