He flung his evening suit, which Nan had so much admired, into the
gaping jaws of a large leather grip, with a disregard that more than
illustrated his feelings. Then he strove to close the grip tucking in
the projecting oddments of silk-lined cloth without the least
consideration for their well-being. He felt he never wanted to wear
such things again, never wanted even to see them. He and Nan belonged
to the prairie, not to a city. That was good enough for them. What
was the use----?
But his reflections were interrupted by the abrupt appearance of Jeff
himself. Bud looked up as the door was unceremoniously thrust open,
and his regard was quite unshaken by the depths of his feelings. It
displayed a mute question, however.
Jeff began at once.
"I saw the light through your transom, Bud, so I just came right in."
Jeff was a shade paler than usual. There was a look of some doubt in
his blue eyes. And his manner hinted at a decision taken. A decision
that had not been arrived at without some considerable exercise of mind.
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