“You watched!” he repeated. “Oh look here! Would you watch—now?”
To her voice came that tremor that he remembered, which seemed to be in the very words themselves.
“I watched all day to-day,” she said.
Even then he did not touch her. It was as if there were some gulf which she must be the one to cross.
“Oh Lory, Lory!” he cried.
And she understood, and it was she who stretched out her hands to him.
In their broken talk, he told her of his father, and she clung to him with a cry that she had not been with him.
“I couldn’t send for you,” she said. “I thought—maybe you was glad Bunchy come. I thought maybe you was glad I was off your hands—”
“My hands,” he said, “just was huntin’ for your hands.”