the girls used to order about and make fun of. He just stood there for a minute, looking at Myra with a peculiar little smile on his face; and then he says to her, slow, and kind of holding on to his words with his teeth:
“‘Oh, I don’t know! Maybe I could if I tried!’
“That was all that was said. Willie raised his hat, and we walked away.
“And, somehow, when he said that, I remembered, all of a sudden, the night of that dance and Willie brushing his hair before the looking-glass, and Myra sticking her head in the door to guy him.
“When we got back to Sam Houston Avenue, Willie says:
“‘Well, so long, Ben. I’m going down home and get off my shoes and take a rest.’
“‘Your?’ says I. ‘What’s the matter with you? Ain’t the court-house jammed with everybody in town waiting to honor the hero? And two brass-bands, and recitations and flags and jags and grub to follow waiting for you?’
“Willie sighs.
“‘All right, Ben,’ says he. ‘Darned if I didn’t forget all about that.’
