"I am. I always was. But to help a girl, especially a pret—"
"If you are going to be silly I shall go to the other end of the row."
"'O stay,' the young man said, 'and rest thy weary head up—'"
Miss Jean promptly picked up the pan and marched to the other end of the row. Chetwood followed her.
"They are better here," he said. "It's a genuine pleasure to pick such peas together." Miss Jean did not reply. "Don't you like to pick peas with me?"
"When you talk sensibly I don't object. There, the pan's full. Thanks very much."
"And now we'll shell them."
"I'll take them to the house to shell."
"Please don't. Here is shade, running water, the company of an industrious young man. You can't overlook a combination like that—if you have a heart."
"It is nice shade," Miss Jean admitted.