“No, but—but——”
“Then you’ll tell me?” she asked eagerly. Phillip glanced behind him. The chair was still there. He sat down.
“If you want to know,” he muttered.
“Of course I do. I want to know why you have not been in to see us for so long.”
“Is—has it seemed long?” he asked hopefully.
Betty nodded earnestly.
“Weeks!”
“It’s been two months!” he protested.
“Really? How times flies, doesn’t it?” said Betty, wonderingly. Phillip wished he had resisted temptation; the storm looked so much kinder than Betty.
“It hasn’t fly—flown for me,” he muttered.