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Outside
a
neat
little
tent
he
whistled
softly
,
and
then
moved
along
the
street
.
He
walked
to
the
edge
of
the
grounds
and
sat
down
in
the
grass
.
The
clouds
over
the
west
had
lost
the
red
edging
now
,
and
the
cores
were
black
.
Al
scratched
his
legs
and
looked
toward
the
evening
sky
.
In
a
few
moments
a
blond
girl
walked
near
;
she
was
pretty
and
sharp
-
featured
.
She
sat
down
in
the
grass
beside
him
and
did
not
speak
.
Al
put
his
hand
on
her
waist
and
walked
his
fingers
around
.
«
Don
’
t
,
"
she
said
.
«
You
tickle
.
»
«
We
’
re
goin
’
away
tomorra
,
"
said
Al
.
She
looked
at
him
,
startled
.
«
Tomorra
?
Where
?
»
«
Up
north
,
"
he
said
lightly
.
«
Well
,
we
’
re
gonna
git
married
,
ain
’
t
we
?
»
«
Sure
,
sometime
.
»
«
You
said
purty
soon
!
»
she
cried
angrily
.
