Her clear and earnest voice was distinguishable from all others, and though she did not glance toward Ramsey he had a queer feeling that she was assuming more superiority than ever, and that she was icily scornful of him and Milla.
The old resentment rose--he'd "show" that girl yet, some day! When the song was over, cheers were given for the class, "the good ole class of Nineteen Fourteen," the school, the teachers, and for the picnic, thus officially concluded; and then the picnickers, carrying their baskets and faded wild flowers and other souvenirs and burdens, moved toward the big "express wagons" which were to take them back into the town.

Ramsey got his guitar case, and turned to Milla.
"Well--" he said.
"Well what, Ramsey ?" "Well--g'bye." "Why, no," said Milla.

"Anyways not yet.

You can go back in the same wagon with me.

It's going to stop at the school and let us out there, and then you could walk home with me if you felt like it.