“S—sh,” said Mamie, “somebody'll hear you.”
Then she looked for a long time at the house. Hunch watched her, but she would not meet his eyes. She walked slowly up the yard, balancing on the planks that were laid on the sand. She rested a foot on the first step, and slowly looked around. There were tears in her eyes.
Hunch gripped her hand tightly.
“Oh, John,” she faltered; but this time she did not say that she was sorry.