But she could not bear his moody silences, and he sat out on the porch a good deal of the time, so she had to go on talking, whether she bored him to death or not.
Then one day, when the bandage had dwindled to a small patch held in place by strips of adhesive plaster, Johnny broke into her detailed description of a silly Western picture she had seen.
"What's become of Bland ?" he asked, just when she was describing a thrilling scene.
"Bland?
Oh, why--Bland's gone." Mary V was very innocent as to eyes and voice, and very uneasy as to her mind.
"Gone where?
He was broke.

I didn't get a chance to pay him--" "Oh, well, as to that--I suppose dad fixed him up with a ticket and so on.

And so this girl, Inez, overhears them plotting--" "Where's your dad ?" "Dad?
Why, dad's in Tucson, I believe, at the trial.

What _makes_ you so rude when I'm telling you the most thrill--" "When's he coming back ?" "For gracious _sake_, Johnny! What do you want of dad all at once?
Am I not entertaining--" "You are.

As entertaining as a meadow lark.