“Not so very,” said Compton, tossing his head.
“I was, then,” said Ruperta, with unguarded candor.
“So was I.”
“Good boy! Kiss me, dear.”
“There—and there—and there—and—”
“That will do. I want to talk, Compton.”
“Yes, dear.”
“I'm not very sure, but I rather think I'm in love with you—a little, little bit, you know.”
“And I'm sure I'm in love with you, Ruperta.”
“Over head an' ears?”