"Will you be up here again soon?"
"If th' baking turns out all right."
"Hang the baking! come anyway."
"I'll try; but I'm afraid," she faltered.
"Of what?" he demanded, sitting up very straight.
"Why, that I can't," she replied, hurriedly. "You see, it's far coming up here."
"That's easy. I'll meet you west of th' hills."
"No, no! I'll come up here."
"Look here," he said, slowly and kindly. "If yo're afraid of bein' seen with me, don't you try it. I want to see you a whole lot, but I don't want you to have no trouble with yore father about it. I can wait till everything is all right if you want me to."
She turned and faced him, her cheeks red. "No, it ain't that, exactly. Don't ask me any more. Don't talk about it. I'll come, all right, just as soon as I can."