"I can't. George is coming with another load of fish, and the plant is so new I am afraid to leave it even for an hour."
"It's too much for one man," she declared.
"Oh, I'll sleep to-morrow."
"Did you see—her?" questioned Cherry.
"Yes!"
"She must be very proud of you," she said, wistfully.
"I—I—don't think she understands what I am trying to do, or what it means. Our talk was not very satisfactory."
"She surely must have understood what Marsh is doing."
"I didn't tell her that."
"Why not?"