"No, I was out on the bay one night, below the blockhouse, when you were playing." Belding's name was on the girl's lips but at the moment Belding did not fit and she went on evenly, "It is something like the rapids."
"I'm glad you think that. It's the response that one gets."
"That's what I feel. You're an American, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I thought so. You see your people are more responsive than we are, and you don't seem so ashamed of enthusiasm."
"We can't help it, but it's a little awkward sometimes," his eyes twinkled, "that is in Canada. Now talk about yourself."
"There's so little to say. I was asleep for years like every one else in St. Marys, till you came and woke us all up.
"And then?"
"I realized that life was rather thin and that I wanted a lot of things
I'll never get."
"Why never,—and what do you want?"