. The Saturday evening post. to build up a fitting monument of words toa departed pal. If now and then he pausedwearily, Anna Mays beseeching lookprodded him to new endeavor. He couldnever even think of one of those eveningsduring which he tried so hard and soentirely without success to console AnnaMay for the loss of himself without a cer-tain wry twist of mouth. Im getting mine, he told himself, andreturned anew to the hopeless task. Sometimes they sat on the bench andtalked; sometimes they walked in the littlepark and talked; sometimes on chillyevenings they visited a movie palace andtalked
. The Saturday evening post. to build up a fitting monument of words toa departed pal. If now and then he pausedwearily, Anna Mays beseeching lookprodded him to new endeavor. He couldnever even think of one of those eveningsduring which he tried so hard and soentirely without success to console AnnaMay for the loss of himself without a cer-tain wry twist of mouth. Im getting mine, he told himself, andreturned anew to the hopeless task. Sometimes they sat on the bench andtalked; sometimes they walked in the littlepark and talked; sometimes on chillyevenings they visited a movie palace andtalked straight through the picture. AnnaMay had been rather aghast at the notionof this when he suggested it first, but Bobbysucceeded in convincing her that they wereusing the festive place not at all for enter-tainment, but merely as a comfortable spotfor reminiscences. No matter where theywere or what they did, they talked ofBobby Jenks. Over and over Anna Maydemanded the story of his great deeds inFrance. She might ask about
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