Drenched and downhearted, holding this strange burden in his jacket, he felt that he had foolishly meddled in things inevitable, beyond repair.

She was right.

Yet some vague, insurgent instinct, which would not down, told him that there had been a disappointment.

Still, what had he expected?
No woman could help; no woman.
Then suddenly he mounted, bundle and all, and turned his willing pony homeward.
"Come," he said; and for the first time, unwittingly, had taken charge.
"What is it ?" she called.

"You foolish boy! What's your plan ?" "We shall see," he answered.