"Shucks, and he used to like you, Sally Jane."
"But I never liked him—enough." This with more indifference.
"More fool you. Bill's going to get there, and you can stick a pin in that."
She bounced up from her chair and ruffled her father's grizzled hair. "I'd rather stick a pin in you, Samuel. Where did Hazel go?"
"Room, I guess. I don't know what's got into the child. She didn't eat enough breakfast for a fly."
"She has been acting pretty meaching the last few days. I'll go see what's the matter."
Sally Jane found Hazel folding up her clothes as fast as she could fold. The bureau drawers were empty. Everything was on the bed.
"What on earth—" began Sally Jane.
"I'm going home," said Hazel, keeping her face turned away.
The direct Sally Jane cupped a hand under Hazel's chin. "Let me see something. I thought so. What's the matter?"