"Don't be late," said her mother.
The two went down the path, and climbed into the buggy; soon the yellow
lantern, swung between its wheels, rolled like a star down the road to
Milford.
"Why so quiet, Tom?"
"Am I, Ann?"
"Angry?"
"Just thinking . . . so to say."
"Oh." And she began to hum under her breath.
"I was just thinking," he said again.