He even told how ashamed he had felt having to lead Dexter home from his scandalous grazing before the Methodist Church.

He had longed to leap upon the horse and ride him back at a gallop, but he had been unable to do this because there was nothing from which to climb on him, and probably he would have been afraid to gallop the beast, anyway.
This had been one of the bits that most strangely moved his listener.
Her eyes were moist when he had finished, and some strong emotion seemed about to overpower her, but she had recovered command of herself, and become again the sympathetic provider and counsellor.
He would have continued to talk, apparently, for the influence of strong drink had not begun to wane, but the girl at length stopped him.
"Listen here, Merton--" she began; her voice was choked to a peculiar hoarseness and she seemed to be threatened with a return of her late strong emotion.

She was plainly uncertain of her control, fearing to trust herself to speech, but presently, after efforts which he observed with warmest sympathy, she seemed to recover her poise.

She swallowed earnestly several times, wiped her moisture--dimmed eyes with her handkerchief, and continued, "It's getting late and I've got to be over at the show shop.

So I'll tell you what to do next.