He stopped and stood in front of her. “How do you know what I feel?”
“Oh, well, you seem to have made yourself Miss Towne’s champion.”
“I’ve done nothing of the kind, Jane. But I have a human interest in a fellow creature.”
“Well,” said Jane, “I have a human interest, too.”
“Aren’t you ever serious, Janey?”
“It’s better to laugh than to cry.” There was a little catch in her voice.
Baldy wound the clock, and she watched him.
“What time is it?”
“Twelve-thirty.”
She yawned. “I’m going to bed.”