“And I can come and rest—a little?”
“Yes, Pidge——”
“I want to rest so badly, you know.”
She had come to him under the light.
“... And, oh, since I knew you were coming, everything has been different. I haven’t been me at all! I’ve never played—and now everything—all work—is silly, unimportant. Dicky, everything seems to be done!”
“I’m on the job, Pidge; you can play——”
“Until I find myself—you—you will stand for two?”
“Of course, Pidge.”
“All my things, your things, Dicky—so I can rush away and breathe?”
“That’s what I’m here for.”