"I was going home," Gusta replied. She wondered how she could get away without hurting the young man’s feelings, for he seemed to be pleasant, harmless and well meaning.
"It’s a fine day," he said. "There’s lots o’ people out."
"Oh, I live out that way myself!" said the young man. "It’s quite a ways from here. Been out to see some friends?"
"Yes." Gusta hesitated. "I had an errand to do out this way."
"Don’t you want to go in the park and see the zoo? There’s lots of funny animals back there." The young man pointed with his little cane down one of the gravel walks that wound among the trees. Gusta looked, and saw the people--young couples, women with children, and groups of young men, sauntering that way. Then she looked at the street-cars, loaded heavily, with passengers clinging to the running-boards; she was tempted to go, but it was growing late.
"No, thanks," she said, "I must be going home now."
"Are you going to walk or take the car?" asked the young man.
"I’ll walk, I guess," she said; and then, lest he think she had no car fare, she added: "the cars are so crowded."
She started then, and was surprised when the young man naturally walked along by her side, swinging his cane and talking idly to her. At first she was at a loss whether to let him walk with her or not; she had a natural fear, a modesty, the feminine instinct, but she did not know just how to dismiss him. She kept her face averted and her eyes downcast; but finally, when her fears had subsided a little, she glanced at him occasionally; she saw that he was good-looking, and she considered him very well dressed. He had a gold watch chain, and when she asked him what time it was he promptly drew out a watch. Their conversation, from being at the first quite general, soon became personal, and before they had gone far Gusta learned that the young man’s name was Charlie Peltzer, that he was a plumber, and that sometimes he made as much as twenty dollars a week. By the time they parted at the corner near Gusta’s home they felt very well acquainted and had agreed to meet again.
After that they met frequently. In the evening after supper Gusta would steal out, Peltzer would be waiting for her at the corner, and they would stroll under the trees that were rapidly filling with leaves. Once, passing Policeman Crowley, Gusta saw him looking at them narrowly. There was a little triangular park not far from Gusta’s home, and there the two would sit all the evening. The moon was full, the nights were soft and mild and warm. On Sundays they went to the park where they had met, and now and then they danced in the public pavilion. But Gusta never danced with any of the other men there, nor did Peltzer dance with any of the other girls; they danced always together, looking into each other’s eyes. Now she could endure the monotony and the drudgery at home, the children’s peevishness, her mother’s melancholy, her father’s querulousness. Even Archie’s predicament lost its horror and its sadness for her. She had not yet, however, told Peltzer, and she felt ashamed of Archie, as if, in creating the possibility of compromising her, he had done her a wrong. She went about in a dream, thinking of Peltzer all the time, and of the wonderful thing that had brought all this happiness into her life.