"Come on, Sam," urged Ruth.
"No, thanks," he replied absently.

"I'll go back.

Good luck!" And not glancing at her, he lifted his straw hat with its band of Yale blue and set out.
Ruth moved slowly and disconsolately in the opposite direction.
She was ashamed of her thoughts; but shame never yet withheld anybody from being human in thought.

As she turned to enter Vandermark's she glanced down the street.

There was Sam, returned and going into her father's store.