Too wretched to move."
"Well, then, I'll make a fire here. There ain't much danger."
"The place will catch fire," she began, querulously.
But he interrupted her. "Oh, _let_ the darn place catch fire!
I'm going to make a fire, I tell you!"
"I don't want to move. It'll just be another kind of
discomfort, that's all. Why couldn't you try and take a little
bit of care of me, anyway?"
"Oh, hon-ey!" he wailed, in youthful bewilderment. "I did try
to get you to stay at that hotel in town and get some rest."
"Well, you ought to have made me. Don't you realize that I took
you along to take care of me?"
"Uh--"
"Now don't argue about it. I can't stand argument all the time."
He thought instantly of Lee Theresa Zapp quarreling with her
mother, but he said nothing. He gathered the driest bits of
thatch and wood he could find in the litter on the stable floor
and kindled a fire, while she sat sullenly glaring at him, her
face wrinkled and tired in the wan firelight. When the blaze
was going steadily, a compact and safe little fire, he spread
his coat as a seat for her, and called, cheerily, "Come on now,
honey; here's a regular home and hearthstone for you.
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