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“Please tell me why you won’t leave Lin marry you.” He was at the window, kicking the wall.

“That’s nine times since dinner,” she replied, with tireless good humor. “Now if you ask me twelve–“

“You’ll tell?” said the boy, swiftly.

She broke into a laugh. “No. I’ll go riding and you’ll stay at home. When I was little and would ask things beyond me, they only gave me three times.”

“I’ve got two more, anyway. Ha-ha!”

“Better save ’em up, though.”

“What did they do to you? Ah, I don’t want to go a-riding. It’s nasty all over.” He stared out at the day against which Separ’s doors had been tight closed since morning. Eight hours of furious wind had raised the dust like a sea. “I wish the old train would come,” observed Billy, continuing to kick the wall. “I wish I was going somewheres.” Smoky, level, and hot, the south wind leapt into Separ across five hundred unbroken miles. The plain was blanketed in a tawny eclipse. Each minute the near buildings became invisible in a turbulent herd of clouds. Above this travelling blur of the soil the top of the water-tank alone rose bulging into the clear sun. The sand spirals would lick like flames along the bulk of the lofty tub, and soar skyward. It was not shipping season. The freight-cars stood idle in a long line. No cattle huddled in the corrals. No strangers moved in town. No cow-ponies dozed in front of the saloon. Their riders were distant in ranch and camp. Human noise was extinct in Separ. Beneath the thunder of the sultry blasts the place lay dead in its flapping shroud of dust. “Why won’t you tell me?” droned Billy. For some time he had been returning, like a mosquito brushed away.

“That’s ten times,” said Jessamine, promptly.

“Oh, goodness! Pretty soon I’ll not be glad I came. I’m about twiced as less glad now.”

“Well,” said Jessamine, “there’s a man coming to-day to mend the government telegraph-line between Drybone and McKinney. Maybe he would take you back as far as Box Elder, if you want to go very much. Shall I ask him?”

Billy was disappointed at this cordial seconding of his mood. He did not make a direct rejoinder. “I guess I’ll go outside now,” said he, with a threat in his tone.

She continued mending his stockings. Finished ones lay rolled at one side of her chair, and upon the other were more waiting her attention.

“And I’m going to turn back hand-springs on top of all the freight-cars,” he stated, more loudly.

She indulged again in merriment, laughing sweetly at him, and without restraint.

“And I’m sick of what you all keep a-saying to me!” he shouted. “Just as if I was a baby.”

“Why, Billy, who ever said you were a baby?”

“All of you do. Honey, and Lin, and you, now, and everybody. What makes you say ‘that’s nine times, Billy; oh, Billy, that’s ten times,’ if you don’t mean I’m a baby? And you laugh me off, just like they do, and just like I was a regular baby. You won’t tell me–“

“Billy, listen. Did nobody ever ask you something you did not want to tell them?”

“That’s not a bit the same, because–because–because I treat ’em square and because it’s not their business. But every time I ask anybody ‘most anything, they say I’m not old enough to understand; and I’ll be ten soon. And it is my business when it’s about the kind of a mother I’m agoing to have. Suppose I quit acting square, an’ told ’em, when they bothered me, they weren’t young enough to understand! Wish I had. Guess I will, too, and watch ’em step around.” For a moment his mind dwelt upon this, and he whistled a revengeful strain.

“Goodness, Billy!” said Jessamine, at the sight of the next stocking. “The whole heel is scorched off.”

He eyed the ruin with indifference. “Ah, that was last month when I and Lin shot the bear in the swamp willows. He made me dry off my legs. Chuck it away.”