"We've had a real good time," he said, as he gave her the basket at the kitchen door. "Now, as soon as thrashin' 's done, we'll go to Star Pond."
After supper they covered up the squashes, for fear of a frost; and then they stood for a moment in the field, and looked at the harvest moon, risen in a great effrontery of splendor.
"Letty," asked David suddenly, "shouldn't you like to put on your little ring? It's right here in my pocket."
"No! no!" said Letty hastily. "I never want to set eyes on it again."
"I guess I'll get you another one 't you could wear. I looked t' other day when I went to market; but there was so many I didn't das't to make a choice unless you was with me."
Letty clung to him passionately. "Oh, David," she cried, with a break in her voice, "I don't want any rings. I want just you."
David put out one hand and softly touched the little blue kerchief about her head. "Anyway," he said, "we won't have any more secrets from one another, will we?"
Letty gave a little start, and she caught her breath before answering:—
"No, we won't—not unless they're nice ones!"