"Which lake, Clyde?"
"Why, Grass Lake. We went out for a row after we got there."
"Right away? In the afternoon?"
"Yes, sir. She wanted to go. And then while we were out there rowing around——" (He paused.)
"Yes, go on."
"She got to crying again, and she seemed so much up against it and looked so sick and so worried that I decided that after all she was right and I was wrong—that it wouldn't be right, on account of the baby and all, not to marry her, and so I thought I had better do it."
"I see. A change of heart. And did you tell her that then and there?"
"No, sir."
"And why not? Weren't you satisfied with the trouble you had caused her so far?"
"Yes, sir. But you see just as I was going to talk to her at that time I got to thinking of all the things I had been thinking before I came up."