"Let's go toward the Green House," she said. "Will you take my cloak?"
The cloak settled the perplexing question of the hands. He wondered uneasily why she chose that particular direction.
"Are you sure you want to go there?" he said.
"Quite," she said. "I want to see the exact spot where the historic fight took place."
Stover moved uneasily.
"Dear me, what's the matter?"
"I never go there. I hate the place."
"Why?"
"I was miserable there," said Dink abruptly. "Hasn't Tough told you about it?"
"Tell me yourself," said the angelic voice.