Solon looked at her and at them, in slow surprise. He put out both hands and took them awkwardly.
"Well!" he said. "Well!"
Susan was smiling at him. It seemed to her at that moment that the world was a very rich place, because you may take all you want and give all you choose, while nobody is the wiser.
"Well," remarked Solon again, "I guess I'll put 'em into water." He laid them down on a chair. "Susan, do you remember that time I walked over to Pine Hill to pick you some mayflowers, when you was gittin' over the lung fever?"
She nodded.
"Susan," said he desperately, "what if I should ask you to forgit old scores an' begin all over?"
"I ain't laid up anything," answered Susan, looking him full in the face with her brilliant smile.
"There's suthin' I've wanted to tell ye, this two year. I never s'posed you knew, but that night I kissed your sister in the entry an' asked her, I thought 'twas you."
"Yes, I knew that well enough. I was in the buttery and heard it all. There, le's not talk about it."
Solon came a step nearer.