The Absurdity Is - Just That It Should Be Absurd

"If you will let me build a little fire," he began again, "perhaps I can dry it out."

"Oh, it doesn't matter," she said. "It's not much wetter than I am."

But the friendlier note in her voice caught his ear, and now he looked at her. "Well, the fire would dry you out, too," he said. And then, in a sort of outburst, he went on: "I--I simply can't account for it at all. It was a horrible thing to do. But--well, I got up this morning in a perfectly vile temper, and, as long as I had a holiday, I thought I'd go off in the country somewhere by myself and try to work it off and--and think. And seeing you there on the car, somehow, made me all the madder--"

She gasped out a little "Oh'" which demoralized him still further.

"I don't mean you personally," he hurried on, in an agonized attempt to set things right. "Just any awfully--pretty girl--oh, please don't mind! Thinking what a cinch it must be to be like that."

She