“Yeah; you goin’ away.”
“Oh!” Laura’s blue eyes opened wide. “Well, you knew I was only here on a visit, Honey.”
“Oh! shore; I knowed it. Yuh can’t stay, huh?”
“Not very well.”
“Uh-huh. I s’pose—” Honey hesitated awkwardly. “I s’pose you’ve got a lot of fellers back East, eh?”
He pointed north, but the direction made no difference. Laura smiled.
“Fellows? A few—perhaps.”
“Uh-huh.” Honey scuffed a heel against the step, rattling his spur-chain. “I s’pose you’ll be gettin’ married, huh?”
“When?”
“Oh, some of these days,” gloomily.