“BETTY, ALLOW ME TO DRINK YOUR HEALTH IN JERSEY MOLLY WINE”
She touched her tumbler laughingly to his. “Skoal! Bob White, do you know it was only the day before yesterday you picked me out of the brook?”
“I was just thinking of that. At any rate, we’re better acquainted than people ordinarily are in months.”
“In three days?”
“Certainly,” he maintained.
“You’re a very funny man.”
“I’m perfectly serious.”
“I was wondering why you should care to come on a picnic with me. I’m only a country girl, after all, and you—you’re different.”
“I care to come because you are you, and that’s plenty reason enough.”