The blood in her face, the look in her eye quickened also.

And now a figure appeared in the doorway--a figure in shirt-sleeves, which shook a fist at the hurrying girl.
"Villain'!" he said gaily, for he was in one of his absurd, ebullient moods--after a long talk with Jesse Bulrush.

"Hither with my coat; my spotless coat in a spotted world,--the unbelievable anomaly-- "'For the earth of a dusty to-day Is the dust of an earthy to-morrow.'" When he talked like this she did not understand him, but she thought it was clever beyond thinking--a heavenly jumble.

"If it wasn't for me you'd be carted for rubbish," she replied joyously as she helped him on with his coat, though he had made a motion to take it from her.
"I heard you singing--what was it ?" he asked cheerily, while it could be seen that his mind was preoccupied.

The song she had sung, floating through the air, had seemed familiar to him, while he had been greatly engaged with a big business thing he had been planning for a long time, with Jesse Bulrush in the background or foreground, as scout or rear-guard or what you will: "'Whereaway, whereaway goes the lad that once was mine?
Hereaway, I waited him, hereaway and oft--'" she hummed with an exaggerated gaiety in her voice, for the song had saddened her, she knew not why.