You see, if there'd been any good at all in it, I would have come back--but there wasn't." All this might have been very true, but I remembered how I had sat and walked and thought and worried about Rectus, and his explanation did me no good.
When I reached the house, I found that our landlady, who was one of the very best women in all Florida, had saved me a splendid supper--hot and smoking.

I was hungry enough, and I enjoyed this meal until there didn't seem to be a thing left.

I felt in a better humor then, and I hunted up Rectus, and we talked along as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't easy to keep mad with Rectus, because he didn't get mad himself.

And, besides, he had a good deal of reason on his side.
It was a lovely evening, and pretty nearly all the people of the town were out-of-doors.