Go to Mother Haggin's, that cafeteria just outside the gate.

She has better breakfast things than the place on the lot." Against his will the vision of a breakfast enthralled him, yet even under this exaltation an instinct of the wariest caution survived.
"I'll go to the one on the lot, I guess.

If I went out to the other one I couldn't get in again." She smiled suddenly, with puzzling lights in her eyes.

"Well, of all things! You want to get in again, do you?
Say, wouldn't that beat the hot place a mile?
You want to get in again?
All right, Old-timer, I'll go out with you and after you've fed I'll cue you on to the lot again." "Well-if it ain't taking you out of your way." He knew that the girl was somehow humouring him, as if he were a sick child.

She knew, and he knew, that the lot was no longer any place for him until he could be rightly there.
"No, c'mon, I'll stay by you." They walked up the street of the Western village.