“I'll call you about noon.”

We walked slowly down the steps.

“I suppose Daisy'll call too.” He looked at me anxiously as if he hoped I'd corroborate this.

“I suppose so.”

“Well — goodbye.”

We shook hands and I started away. Just before I reached the hedge I remembered something and turned around.

“They're a rotten crowd,” I shouted across the lawn. “You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.”

I've always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end.