“Home!”
To tell the truth she seemed not to be thinking very much about Bunchy.
“I told him I’d never marry him—not in fifty hundred years. And he went home.”
He considered this incredulously.
“Couldn’t you tell him that without comin’ clear to Washington to do it?” he demanded.
“No,” she said. “There was the money. Why didn’t you tell me you’d give Dad that money?”
He tried to answer her, but all the while this miracle was taking him to itself: Bunchy had gone.
“I guess because it sounded like a square deal, when I only done it to devil Bunchy some,” he told her.
“Is that all you done it for?”