He looked at her swiftly. Was that all that he had done it for?
“Is it?” she said.
“I donno,” he answered truthfully. “It was some of it.”
“I wish,” she said, “I wish’t I knew.”
With that he moved a little toward her, and tried to see her face.
“Why?” he asked.
She turned away and said nothing. And when she did that, he caught his breath and stooped to her.
“You tell me why you wish’t you knew,” he bade her.
“Oh well,” she said—and she was breathless too—“if you done it to help me—get away—then I shouldn’t feel so bad about goin’ to the hut.”
“About comin’ to me?”