Held her, and there was silence; while the god
In anger disappeared. Then slowly they,
He looking downward, and she gazing up,
Into the evening green wandered away."
When the voice paused, the poem done, the two boys walked slowly down the hall, down the steps, and out into the cool night air. Neither said a Word until they were half-way across the campus. Then Winsor spoke softly:
"God! Wasn't that beautiful?"
"Yes—beautiful." Hugh's voice was hardly more than a whisper. "Beautiful.... It—it—oh, it makes me—kinda ashamed."
"Me, too. Poker when we can have that! We're awful fools, Hugh."
"Yes—awful fools."