I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.

She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.

She didn’t feel like herself at all. She was somebody different from Mick Kelly entirely.

Next to music beer was best.