"You know it's not that." "Well, then, tired of this"-- his gesture indicated the sweep of the wide land--"tired of what we are and what we do ?" The girl stirred uneasily, but did not speak.
"I don't blame you," he continued, as if thinking aloud.

"It must seem mighty empty to those who don't really know it." "And don't I know it ?" challenged Kitty.

"You seem to forget that I was born here--that I have lived here almost as many years as you." "But just the same you don't know," returned Phil gently.

"You see, dear, you knew it as a girl, the same as I did when I was a boy.

But now--well, I know it as a man, and you as a woman know something that you think is very different." Again that long silence lay a barrier between them.