“Where you want to,” she answered. “I mean—I’ve hung on to you long enough.”
“You want me to go, don’t you?” he said. “Well—I should think you would.”
“I don’t want to drag on you—and spend your money,” she answered. “As soon as I can, I’ll pay you for my ticket—you know that—”
She stopped, suddenly breathless.
“Oh,” she said, “I ain’t goin’ to try to tell you all you done for me. I guess you know that!”
“You look a-here,” he said, “I’m goin’ to sit by till I see you get some kind of a job—if a job’s what you want. Oh, don’t be afraid I’ll bother you. I’ll get a room somewheres—and keep track. And don’t you be afraid I’ll do much—not much—that I don’t want to do.”
They went to one or two of the agencies, and the Inger waited on the curb till she reappeared—sometimes after an hour of his waiting. And once as they went through a downtown street, he spoke in wonder:
“I never saw so many women in a place in my life,” he said. “Not even in Inch, in race track times. Did you notice?”
Lory sighed. “Yes,” she said, “I did. How do you s’pose they all got so much to see about, and such a lot o’ nice clothes?” she asked.