He ain't hard to forget
--is he, girlie?"
Marie laughed assentingly. And if she did not quite attain her
old bubbling spirits during the evening, at least she sent Joe
back to San Francisco feeling very well satisfied with himself.
He must have been satisfied with himself. He must have been
satisfied with his wooing also, because he strolled into a
jewelry store the next morning and priced several rings which he
judged would be perfectly suitable for engagement rings. He might
have gone so far as to buy one, if he had been sure of the size
and of Marie's preference in stones. Since he lacked detailed
information, he decided to wait, but he intimated plainly to the
clerk that he would return in a few days.
It was just as well that he did decide to wait, for when he
tried again to see Marie he failed altogether. Marie had left
town. Her mother, with an acrid tone of resentment, declared that
she did not know any more than the man in the moon where Marie
had gone, but that she "suspicioned" that some fool had told
Marie where Bud was, and that Marie had gone traipsing after him.
She had taken the baby along, which was another piece of
foolishness which her mother would never have permitted had she
been at home when Marie left.
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