"I'm not joking; I'm a veritable apostle of joy. I'm as happy as I can be."
She looked at him with real wonder because his appearance certainly bore out his words. "I wish that I knew what you meant."
He dropped the rake, came to her side, and caught her hand. "Can't you trust God—can't you trust me?—won't you try?"
She looked up into his face. "I wish that I could, but how can I?"
"You ought to know. So deep and big and true a nature. Surely you ought to be able to understand your own teaching!"
"But I can't see any way."
"Your book says that one must not think of ways; one must just look straight to the good end."
"Oh, but there isn't any such end possible for me."
Lorenzo dropped her hand and laughed out loud. And then he caught her in his arms and kissed her.
She screamed. To her it was the greatest shock of her life, for no man had ever kissed her before. "Oh—oh, mercy!"