He had supposed all the time that Hilma took his meaning.

His old suspicion that she was trying to get a hold on him stirred again for a moment.

There was no good of such talk as that.

Always these feemale girls seemed crazy to get married, bent on complicating the situation.
"Isn't that best ?" said Hilma, glancing at him.
"I don't know," he muttered gloomily.
"Well, then, let's not.

Let's come right back to Quien Sabe without going to Monterey.