One July night, when the moon was full, Dr. Archie was coming up from the depot¹, restless and discontented, wishing there were something to do. He carried his straw hat in his hand, and kept brushing his hair back from his forehead with a purposeless, unsatisfied gesture. After he passed Uncle Billy Beemer’s cottonwood grove², the sidewalk ran out of the shadow into the white moonlight and crossed the sand gully on high posts, like a bridge. As the doctor approached this trestle, he saw a white figure, and recognized Thea Kronborg. He quickened his pace and she came to meet him.
 
“What are you doing out so late, my girl?” he asked as he took her hand.
 
“Oh, I don’t know. What do people go to bed so early for? I’d like to run along before the houses and screech³ at them. Isn’t it glorious out here?”
 
The young doctor gave a melancholy⁴ laugh and pressed her hand.
 
“Think of it,” Thea snorted impatiently. “Nobody up but us and the rabbits! I’ve started up half a dozen of ’em. Look at that little one down there now,”—she stooped and pointed⁵. In the gully below them there was, indeed, a little rabbit with a white spot of a tail, crouching⁶ down on the sand, quite motionless. It seemed to be lapping up the moonlight like cream. On the other side of the walk, down in the ditch, there was a patch of tall, rank sunflowers, their shaggy leaves white with dust. The moon stood over the cottonwood grove. There was no wind, and no sound but the wheezing⁷ of an engine down on the tracks.
 
“Well, we may as well watch the rabbits.” Dr. Archie sat down on the sidewalk and let his feet hang over the edge. He pulled out a smooth linen⁸ handkerchief that smelled of German cologne water. “Well, how goes it? Working hard? You must know about all Wunsch can teach you by this time.”
 
Thea shook her head. “Oh, no, I don’t, Dr. Archie. He’s hard to get at, but he’s been a real musician in his time. Mother says she believes he’s forgotten more than the music-teachers down in Denver ever knew.”
 
“I’m afraid he won’t be around here much longer,” said Dr. Archie. “He’s been making a tank of himself lately. He’ll be pulling his freight one of these days. That’s the way they do, you know. I’ll be sorry on your account.” He paused and ran his fresh handkerchief over his face. “What the deuce are we all here for anyway, Thea?” he said abruptly⁹.
 
“On earth, you mean?” Thea asked in a low voice.
 
“Well, primarily, yes. But secondarily, why are we in Moonstone? It isn’t as if we’d been born here. You were, but Wunsch wasn’t, and I wasn’t. I suppose I’m here because I married as soon as I got out of medical school and had to get a practice quick. If you hurry things, you always get left in the end. I don’t learn anything here, and as for the people—In my own town in Michigan, now, there were people who liked me on my father’s account, who had even known my grandfather. That meant something. But here it’s all like the sand: blows north one day and south the next. We’re all a lot of gamblers without much nerve, playing for small stakes. The railroad is the one real fact in this country. That has to be; the world has to be got back and forth¹⁰. But the rest of us are here just because it’s the end of a run and the engine has to have a drink. Some day I’ll get up and find my hair turning gray, and I’ll have nothing to show for it.”
 
Thea slid closer to him and caught his arm. “No, no. I won’t let you get gray. You’ve got to stay young for me. I’m getting young now, too.”
 
Archie laughed. “Getting?”
 
“Yes. People aren’t young when they’re children. Look at Thor, now; he’s just a little old man. But Gus has a sweetheart, and he’s young!”
 
“Something in that!” Dr. Archie patted her head, and then felt the shape of her skull¹¹ gently, with the tips of his fingers. “When you were little, Thea, I used always to be curious about the shape of your head. You seemed to have more inside it than most youngsters. I haven’t examined it for a long time. Seems to be the usual shape, but uncommonly¹² hard, some how. What are you going to do with yourself, anyway?”
 
“I don’t know.”
 
“Honest, now?” He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
 
Thea laughed and edged away from him.
 
“You’ve got something up your sleeve, haven’t you? Anything you like; only don’t marry and settle down here without giving yourself a chance, will you?”
 
“Not much. See, there’s another rabbit!”
 
“That’s all right about the rabbits, but I don’t want you to get tied up. Remember that.”
 
Thea nodded. “Be nice to Wunsch, then. I don’t know what I’d do if he went away.”
 
“You’ve got older friends than Wunsch here, Thea.”
 
“I know.” Thea spoke¹³ seriously and looked up at the moon, propping¹⁴ her chin on her hand. “But Wunsch is the only one that can teach me what I want to know. I’ve got to learn to do something well, and that’s the thing I can do best.”
 
“Do you want to be a music-teacher?”
 
“Maybe, but I want to be a good one. I’d like to go to Germany to study, some day. Wunsch says that’s the best place,—the only place you can really learn.” Thea hesitated and then went on nervously¹⁵, “I’ve got a book that says so, too. It’s called ‘My Musical Memories.’ It made me want to go to Germany even before Wunsch said anything. Of course it’s a secret. You’re the first one I’ve told.”
 
Dr. Archie smiled indulgently. “That’s a long way off. Is that what you’ve got in your hard noddle?” He put his hand on her hair, but this time she shook him off.
 
“No, I don’t think much about it. But you talk about going, and a body has to have something to go to!”
 
“That’s so.” Dr. Archie sighed. “You’re lucky if you have. Poor Wunsch, now, he hasn’t. What do such fellows come out here for? He’s been asking me about my mining stock, and about mining towns. What would he do in a mining town? He wouldn’t know a piece of ore if he saw one. He’s got nothing to sell that a mining town wants to buy. Why don’t those old fellows stay at home? We won’t need them for another hundred years. An engine wiper can get a job, but a piano player! Such people can’t make good.”
 
“My grandfather Alstrom was a musician, and he made good.”
 
Dr. Archie chuckled¹⁶. “Oh, a Swede can make good anywhere, at anything! You’ve got that in your favor, miss. Come, you must be getting home.”
 
Thea rose. “Yes, I used to be ashamed of being a Swede, but I’m not any more. Swedes are kind of common, but I think it’s better to be something.”
 
“It surely is! How tall you are getting. You come above my shoulder now.”
 
“I’ll keep on growing, don’t you think? I particularly want to be tall. Yes, I guess I must go home. I wish there’d be a fire.”
 
“A fire?”
 
“Yes, so the fire-bell would ring and the roundhouse whistle would blow, and everybody would come running out. Sometime I’m going to ring the fire-bell myself and stir them all up.”
 
“You’d be arrested.”
 
“Well, that would be better than going to bed.”
 
“I’ll have to lend you some more books.”
 
Thea shook herself impatiently. “I can’t read every night.”
 
Dr. Archie gave one of his low, sympathetic chuckles¹⁷ as he opened the gate for her. “You’re beginning to grow up, that&rs............