It will be such fun living where there are people and
going about among them, going to parties and maybe having parties of
our own."
He withdrew his hand from hers and pushed the hair back from his
forehead. Though he said nothing she was conscious of a drop in his
mood. She bent forward to peer into his face and queried with bright,
observing eyes:
"You don't seem to like the thought of it."
"Oh, it's not me," he answered. "I was just wondering at the queer way
women talk. A few minutes ago you said you'd be content anywhere with
me. Now you say you think it would be such fun living in a city and
going to parties."
"With you, too," she laughed, pressing against his shoulder. "I don't
want to go to the parties alone."
"Well, I guess if you ever go it'll have to be alone," he said roughly.
She understood now that she had said something that annoyed him, and
not knowing how she had come to do it, felt aggrieved and sought to
justify herself:
"But we can't live here always. If we make money we'll want to go back
some day where there are people, and comforts and things going on.
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