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Then a rattle, a daring hope in every eye, the swinging of a door, the smell of strong coffee, Dave Dyer’s mewing voice in a triumphant, “The eats!” They began to chatter. They had something to do. They could escape from themselves. They fell upon the food⁠—chicken sandwiches, maple cake, drugstore ice cream. Even when the food was gone they remained cheerful. They could go home, any time now, and go to bed!

They went, with a flutter of coats, chiffon scarfs, and goodbyes.

Carol and Kennicott walked home.

“Did you like them?” he asked.

“They were terribly sweet to me.”

“Uh, Carrie⁠—You ought to be more careful about shocking folks. Talking about gold stockings, and about showing your ankles to schoolteachers and all!” More mildly: “You gave ’em a good time, but I’d watch out for that, ’f I were you. Juanita Haydock is such a damn cat. I wouldn’t give her a chance to criticize me.”

“My poor effort to lift up the party! Was I wrong to try to amuse them?”

“No! No! Honey, I didn’t mean⁠—You were the only up-and-coming person in the bunch. I just mean⁠—Don’t get onto legs and all that immoral stuff. Pretty conservative crowd.”

She was silent, raw with the shameful thought that the attentive circle might have been criticizing her, laughing at her.

“Don’t, please don’t worry!” he pleaded.

“Silence.”

“Gosh; I’m sorry I spoke about it. I just meant⁠—But they were crazy about you. Sam said to me, ‘That little lady of yours is the slickest thing that ever came to this town,’ he said; and Ma Dawson⁠—I didn’t hardly know whether she’d like you or not, she’s such a dried-up old bird, but she said, ‘Your bride is so quick and bright, I declare, she just wakes me up.’ ”

Carol liked praise, the flavor and fatness of it, but she was so energetically being sorry for herself that she could not taste this commendation.

“Please! Come on! Cheer up!” His lips said it, his anxious shoulder said it, his arm about her said it, as they halted on the obscure porch of their house.

“Do you care if they think I’m flighty, Will?”

“Me? Why, I wouldn’t care if the whole world thought you were this or that or anything else. You’re my⁠—well, you’re my soul!”

He was an undefined mass, as solid-seeming as rock. She found his sleeve, pinched it, cried, “I’m glad! It’s sweet to be wanted! You must tolerate my frivolousness. You’re all I have!”

He lifted her, carried her into the house, and with her arms about his neck she forgot Main Street.

V I

“We’ll steal the whole day, and go hunting. I want you to see the country round here,” Kennicott announced at breakfast. “I’d take the car⁠—want you to see how swell she runs since I put in a new piston. But we’ll take a team, so we can get right out into the fields. Not many prairie chickens left now, but we might just happen to run onto a small covey.”

He fussed over his hunting-kit. He pulled his hip boots out to full length and examined them for holes. He feverishly counted his shotgun shells, lecturing her on the qualities of smokeless powder. He drew the new hammerless shotgun out of its heavy tan leather case and made her peep through the barrels to see how dazzlingly free they were from rust.

The world of hunting and camping-outfits and fishing-tackle was unfamiliar to her, and in Kennicott’s interest she found something creative and joyous. She examined the smooth stock, the carved hard rubber butt of the gun. The shells, with their brass caps and sleek green bodies and hieroglyphics on the wads, were cool and comfortably heavy in her hands.

Kennicott wore a brown canvas hunting-coat with vast pockets lining the inside, corduroy trousers which bulged at the wrinkles, peeled and scarred shoes, a scarecrow felt hat. In this uniform he felt virile. They clumped out to the livery buggy, they packed the kit and the box of lunch into the back, crying to each other that it was a magnificent day.

Kennicott had borrowed Jackson Elder’s red and white English setter, a complacent dog with a waving tail of silver hair which flickered in the sunshine. As they started, the dog yelped, and leaped at the horses’ heads, till Kennicott took him into the buggy, where he nuzzled Carol’s knees and leaned out to sneer at farm mongrels.

The grays clattered out on the hard dirt road with a pleasant song of hoofs: Ta ta ta rat! Ta ta ta rat! It was early and fresh, the air whistling, frost bright on the goldenrod. As the sun warmed the world of stubble into a welter of yellow they turned from the highroad, through the bars of a farmer’s gate, into a field, slowly bumping over the uneven earth. In a hollow of the rolling prairie they lost sight even of the country road. It was warm and placid. Locusts trilled among the dry wheat-stalks, and brilliant little flies hurtled across the buggy. A buzz of content filled the air. Crows loitered and gossiped in the sky.

The dog had been let out and after a dance of excitement he settled down to a steady quartering of the field, forth and back, forth and back, his nose down.

“Pete Rustad owns this farm, and he told me he saw a small covey of chickens in the west forty, last week. Maybe we’ll get some sport after all,” Kennicott chuckled blissfully.

She watched the dog in suspense, breathing quickly every time he seemed to halt. She had no desire to slaughter birds, but she did desire to belong to Kennicott’s world.

The dog stopped, on the point, a forepaw held up.

“By golly! He’s hit a scent! Come on!” squealed Kennicott. He leaped from the buggy, twisted the reins about the whip-socket, swung her out, caught up his gun, slipped in two shells, stalked toward the rigid dog, Carol pattering after him. The setter crawled ahead, his tail quivering, his belly

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