unaccountable

going to listen

you—”
“Then do it without shouting!” Julia replaced the coffee can with a whack that showed her true state of mind, and gave Hogan an abused look which left him speechless.
“If you want to stand there and sulk,” she continued immediately, “I might as well run along—I got to help Pa in the store tonight.” That meant he wasn’t to call her up.
She was gone before Hogan, struggling with a sudden desire to shake his Julia up and down like a cocktail for some time, could come to a decision. So he went instead to see to the couple in the end cabin. Afterwards he lay down bitterly and slept it off.
When he woke up, Greenface seemed no more than a vague and very uncertain memory, an unaccountable scrap of afternoon nightmare. Due to the heat, no doubt. Not to the beer—on that point Hogan and Julia remained in disagreement, however completely they became reconciled otherwise. Since neither wanted to bring the subject up again, it didn’t really matter.
The next time Greenface was seen, it wasn’t Hogan who saw it.

In mid-season, on the twenty-fifth of June, the success of