quick enough to trap her smile. But he didn't try it."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.