got more nerve
than I have!"

"No. I wouldn't dare if---- I'm glad you're here with me!"

Claire calmed the woman; bound up her hair; washed her face--which
needed it; and sat on the log doorstep, holding Dlorus's head in her
lap, while Dlorus sobbed, "Pinky--dead! Him that was so lively! And he
was so sweet a lover, oh, so sweet. He was a swell fellow; my, he could
just make you laugh and cry, the way he talked; and he was so educated,
and he played the vi'lin--he could do anything--and athaletic--he would
have made me rich. Oh, let me alone. I just want to be alone and think
of him. I was so bored with Kloh, and no nice dresses or nothin', and--I
did love the kid, but he squalled so, just all the time, and Pinky come,
and he was so funny---- Oh, let me alone!"

Claire shivered, then, and the strength seemed to go from the steady
arms that had supported Dlorus's head. Dusk had sneaked up on them; the
clearing was full of swimming grayness, and between the woman's screams,
the woods crackled. Each time Dlorus spoke, her screech was like that of
an animal in the woods, and round about them crept such sinister echoes
that Milt kept wanting to look back over his shoulder.

"Yes," sighed Claire at last, "perhaps we'd better go."

"If you go, I'll kill myself! Take me to Mr. Kloh! Oh, he was---- My
husband, Mr. Kloh. Oh, so good. Only he didn't understand a lady has to
have her good times, and Pink danced so well----"

Dlorus sprang up, flung into the cabin, stood in the dimness of the
doorway, holding a butcher knife and clamoring, "I will! I'll kill
myself if you leave me! Take me down to Mr. Kloh, at North Yakima,
tonight!"

Milt sauntered toward her.

"Don't you get flip, young man! I mean it! And I'll kill you----"

Most unchivalrously, quite out of the picture of gray grief, Milt
snapped, "That'll be about enough of you! Here! Gimme that knife!"

She dropped the knife, sniveling, "Oh Gawd, somebody's always bullying
me! And all I wanted was a good time!"

Claire herded her into the cabin. "We'll take you to your
husband--tonight. Come, let's wash up, and I'll help you put on your
prettiest dress."

"Honest, will you?" cried the woman, in high spirits, all grief put
aside. "I got a dandy China silk dress, and some new white kid shoes!
My, Mr. Kloh, he won't hardly know me. He'll take me back. I know how to
handle him. That'll be swell, going back in an automobile. And I got a
new hair-comb, with genuine