Fair (surprised). Why?
Bev. He'd be our enemy now.
[Fair seems greatly troubled.
Fair. Somehow I can't help thinking that we shall see him again.
I often wonder if he's changed. He seemed so different from our boys--so
very different, somehow.
Bev. I wonder why you never like to walk down through the lane
any more? I don't believe you've been down there for a long time, not
since Hopkins and Winthrop were here.
Fair (quickly). Oh, yes, I have, lots of times. When Aunt Sally
was sick and when Uncle Joe died, don't you remember?
Bev. So you have; but I was thinking of the last walk we took
down there. Hopkins and I went off through the woods hunting, and you
and Winthrop walked down to the bars and waited for us. 'Twas night when
we got back, and you and he were still standing near the bars. The moon
made you look so white, I was afraid you were sick. That's why I
remember.
Fair (with an effort). Don't let's talk about that any more, will
you, Bev?
Bev. Of course; I didn't know you minded. Was that why you didn't
want to walk there just now?
Fair (rising). Let's go and look for Charlotte: perhaps she's
heard some news.
Bev. I reckon she's in the house; I'll call her.
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