“I know it, Jess. I'm sorry. Can't I come to-night?”
“I s'pose you can if you want to.”
They could not say any more, for it was time to start the carriages. But early in the evening Hunch went to her house, and they walked to the lake? They found it hard to talk. Hunch finally blurted out, “I'm going to get the ring next week. It's a pretty one, I think.”
He felt her arm tremble, but she said nothing.
“I guess you're mad at me, ain't you?”
“No, I ain't mad.”
“Why don't you say something, Jess?”
She came closer to him as they walked.
“John, I wish—I wish we could get married. Somehow I don't feel as if you belonged to me. I know it's silly, but I can't help it.”
“How soon can you get ready?”