"Why not?"
"I can't keep you turning steadily at that crank. Here, let me show you how it ought to be done."
Tucker knew that she had come out of the kitchen. By leaning over the railing he could see the kitchen door.
He leant over.
The space before the entrance was paved in large square flagstones; here an ice-cream freezer was standing, and over it bent a young man of a somewhat solid build, but with the unmistakable manner and bearing of a gentleman. He straightened himself as Jane-Ellen came out, and watched her closely as she grasped the handle of the freezer; but it seemed to the spectator above that he watched her with other emotions than the sincere wish to learn the correct manner of freezing.
Tucker looked straight down upon her, upon the part in her light brown hair, upon her round little arms, for her sleeves were rolled up above the elbow, as she said didactically:
"It ought to be a steady, even—"
But she got no further, for her pupil without a word, stooped forward and gathering her into his arms, kissed her.