"Only one day! Oh, you
can!"
"I could 'most any other time," said David, with reason, "but here it
is 'most Saturday, an' next week the thrashin'-machine's comin'. I'm
awful sorry, Letty. I am, honest!"
Letty turned half round like a troubled child, and began grinding one
heel into the turf. She was conscious of an odd mortification. It was
not, said her heart, that the thing itself was so dear to her; it was
only that David ought to want immeasurably to do it. She always put
great stress upon the visible signs of an invisible bond, and she would
be long in getting over her demand for the unreason of love.
David threw down the monkey-wrench, and put an arm about her waist.
"Come, now, you don't care, do you?" he asked lovingly. "One day's the
same as another, now ain't it?"
"Is it?" said Letty, a smile running over her face and into her wet
eyes. "Well, then, le's have Fourth o' July fireworks next Sunday
mornin'!"
David looked a little hurt; but that was only because he was puzzled.
His sense of humor wore a different complexion from Letty's. He liked a
joke, and he could tell a good story, but they must lie within the
logic of fun. Letty could put her own interpretation on her griefs, and
twist them into shapes calculated to send her into hysterical mirth.
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