“Let us talk about us,” he suggested, presently.
“With reference to what?”
“To me.”
“No, no,” she said unwillingly.
“Yes; why not?”
“You always come back to that same subject; your mind appears to follow a circuit, like a squirrel in a ring.”
“Well, ‘wheel,’ then.”
“What squirrel? We never have talked of a squirrel before.”
Rosina’s laugh rang out among the willows.