"Hullo, Keith, how do you do? We're awfully glad to see you out
again."

The boy started violently, but did not turn his head--except to Susan.

"Susan, I--I'm tired. I want to go in now," he begged a little wildly,
under his breath.

"Keith, it's Mazie--Mazie and Dorothy," caroled the high-pitched voice
again.

But Keith, with a tug so imperative that Susan had no choice but to
obey, turned his head quite away as he groped for the door to go in.

In the hall he drew a choking breath.

"Susan, I don't want to go out there to walk any more--NOT ANY MORE! I
don't want to go anywhere where anybody'll see me."

"Shucks!" Susan's voice was harshly unsteady again. "See you, indeed!
Why, we're goin' to be so proud of you we'll want the whole world to
see you.

You jest wait
An' see the fate
That I've cut out for you.
We'll be so proud
We'll laugh aloud,
An' you'll be laughin', too!