"That 's what I called you in for--to ask you to come." "And what are you going to do ?" he asked.
"Walk, gather wild flowers,--the poppies are all out now,--eat luncheon at some nice place, and--and--" "Come home," he finished for her.
Bessie nodded her head.

Joe put his hands in his pockets again, and walked up and down.
"A sissy outfit, that 's what it is," he said abruptly; "and a sissy program.

None of it in mine, please." She tightened her trembling lips and struggled on bravely.

"What would you rather do ?" she asked.
"I 'd sooner take Fred and Charley and go off somewhere and do something--well, anything." He paused and looked at her.

She was waiting patiently for him to proceed.
He was aware of his inability to express in words what he felt and wanted, and all his trouble and general dissatisfaction rose up and gripped hold of him.
"Oh, you can't understand!" he burst out.