Kurt reached inside for his rifle.
"Aren't you going home with us ?" asked the girl.
"Why, Miss Anderson, I--I'm sorry.

I--I'd love to see 'Many Waters,'" floundered Kurt.

"But I can't go now.

There's no need.

I must hurry back to--to my troubles." "I wanted to tell you something--at home," she returned, shyly.
"Tell me now," said Kurt.
She gave him such a glance as he had never received in his life.