Ann Arbor (Mich.) -- Fiction; Short stories, American
HERBERT [_gazing into space_]. I don't think two people ought to be
alike---- [_He catches himself, stares at the moon and whistles without
whistling. Minnie regards him curiously from the end of her eye._]
MINNIE [_examining the cuff of one sleeve_]. What do you mean by that?
HERBERT [_again floundering_]. I--oh--ah--I was just thinking---- We had
a lecture on some such subject in psychology the other day.
MINNIE [_with a little sigh_]. Do you enjoy psychology?
HERBERT. Very much.
MINNIE. Have you ever made any experiments?
HERBERT. Only a few, just the more common ones. I've only had one course
in it, you see.
MINNIE [_making a thrilling conversational leap_]. I've no doubt it is
all very fascinating, but I don't think I should care to marry a
psychologist.
HERBERT [_quickly; edging nearer_]. But I'm not a psychologist! I'm a
botanist.
MINNIE [_very softly; looking away_]. What do you mean--I----
HERBERT [_seemingly about to run madly into the face of the storm, but
recovering himself_]. I--oh--ah--I was just defending myself, you know.
But why wouldn't you care to marry one?
MINNIE [_sighing again_]. Oh, I don't know. I think I should be in
mortal terror all the time that he was just analyzing me and every one
of my motives.
HERBERT [_dreamily_]. I don't think you would have occasion. If he loved
you he couldn't----
MINNIE [_trying to laugh lightly and succeeding in emitting a rather
tame cackle_]. Love me! The idea! Who would ever love a spectacled old
thing like me?
HERBERT. Oh, you don't know, you know. Besides you shouldn't talk that
way about yourself.
MINNIE [_smiling full at him_]. I should tell the truth, shouldn't I?
HERBERT [_locking and unlocking his fingers_]. But it isn't the truth.
MINNIE [_looking down_]. Oh!
HERBERT [_with real courage_]. That's the truth! You see the difference,
don't you?
MINNIE. Well, I'd like to know what I am if I'm not that. No one ever
intimated before that I am anything else. My little brother has
maintained it ever since he learned to talk.
HERBERT. Well, you're not; you're---- [_He hesitates. Thereafter he
speaks quite as a locomotive puffs on a steep grade. There are two or
three large, lusty puffs followed by a chain of spasmodic little
puffs_.]
MINNIE [_encouragingly_]. Yes?
HERBERT. You're not! You're a--oh, don't you understand? I can't keep
from telling you any longer, really--I tried to in the carriage, but the
road was so bumpy, I---- It seems as though I must make you understand.
Please try to--I---- Don't you see! I care for you very, very much
and--I wrote my people all about it and--oh, don't you see, Miss---- I
mean Minnie---- I want to ask---- Will you----
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