"
"When did you see her next, Ramsey?"
"I haven't seen her next," said Ramsey. "I haven't seen her at all--not
to speak to. I saw her on Main Street twice since then, but both times
she was with some other girls, and they were across the street, and
I couldn't tell if she was lookin' at me--I kind of thought not--so I
thought it might look sort o' nutty to bow to her if she wasn't, so I
didn't."
"And you didn't tell her you wouldn't be one of the ones to help her
with her pacifism and anti-war stuff and all that?"
"No. I started to, but-- Shut up!"
Fred sat up, giggling. "So she thinks you _will_ help her. You didn't
say anything at all, and she must think that means she converted you.
Why didn't you speak up?"
"Well, _I_ wouldn't argue with her," said Ramsey. Then, after a silence,
he seemed to be in need of sympathetic comprehension. "It _was_ kind o'
funny, though, wasn't it?" he said, appealingly.
"What was?"
"The whole business."
"What 'whole bus'--"
"Oh, get out! Her stoppin' me, and me goin' pokin' along with her, and
her--well, her crying and everything, and me being around with her while
she felt so upset, I mean.
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