"Evenin'," nodded Dan, "might you have come up for supper ?" That was all.

Not a step towards her, not a smile, not a greeting, and between them stood Joan, her hands clasped idly before her while she looked from face to face, trying to understand.

All the pangs of heart which come to woman between girlhood and old age went burningly through Kate in that breathing space, and afterwards she was cold, and saw herself and all the others clearly.
"I haven't come for supper.

I've come to bring you back, Dan." Not that she had the slightest hope that he would come, but she watched him curiously, almost as if he were a stranger, to see how he would answer.
"Come back ?" he echoed.

"To the cabin ?" "Where else ?" "It ain't happy there." He started.