"There's nothing else for you to do.

When anything's spoiled, people CAN'T do anything but run away from it.

So good-bye!" "At least," he returned, huskily, "we'll only--only say good-night." Then, as moving to go, he stumbled upon the veranda steps, "Your HAT!" she cried.

"I'd like to keep it for a souvenir, but I'm afraid you need it!" She ran into the hall and brought his straw hat from the chair where he had left it.

"You poor thing!" she said, with quavering laughter.