Don't you see ?" His gray eyes, bright with his great dream, were fixed intently upon Maggie; and yet she felt that they were gazing far beyond her at some other girl...

at his girl.
"I--I--" she gulped and swayed and would have fallen if he had not been quick to catch her arm.
"You are sick, Miss ?" he asked anxiously.
"I--I have been," she stammered, trying to regain control of her faculties.

"It's--it's that--and my not eating--and standing in this hot sun.

Thank you very much for what you've told me.

I'd--I'd better be getting back." "I'll help you." And very gently, with a firm hand under one arm, he escorted her to the bench where Larry sat scribbling nothings.