"The first was when I went to school in Kansas City.

I liked that.

I was sorry when they turned me out--sent me home....

But the last three years were hell." His face worked, and a shade of dark blood rippled over it.
"Did you work ?" queried Columbine.
"Work! It was worse than work....

Sure I worked," he replied.
Columbine's sharp glance sought his hands.