"Maybe."
"You're not going to keep on thinking of him, are you?"
"I don't plan to."
"Then--" and Thomas came back to the old question once more, "why not?"
"Why not what?"
"Take me, then?"
"Well," she said vaguely, "I'm too young."
"I'd wait."
"'Twouldn't help any. I want so much, Tom . . . you couldn't give me
all I want."