"You did? I had forgotten that," I replied. "I fear my memory is playing me sad tricks. You have just gathered them, I think?"
"What makes thee think so?"
"Because their color has got into your cheeks."
"I hope thee'll like them—the strawberries, I mean."
I laughed heartily as I answered, "I like both. I don't see how either could be improved upon."
"I think thee likes a city pallor best," she replied, shaking her head.
I imagine that a faint tinge of the strawberry came into my face, for she gave me a quick glance and turned away.
"Adah," said Mrs. Yocomb, entering, "thee can take thy sewing and sit here by the door for a while. Call me if Richard wants anything. The doctor will be here soon."
"Would thee like to have me stay?" she asked timidly.
"Indeed I would. Mrs. Yocomb, can I eat these strawberries? I've devoured them with my eyes already."