His arm tightened round her. "What is it, child?" she heard him say.
She looked at him bewildered, and saw that he too was dazed. She looked into the gray-green eyes of a boy of twenty. She said in a voice of wonder, "Oh, my boy!" as he felt her soft hair.
"Such a fuss about an empty shell and a bit of dead wheat."
She hid her face on his jersey.
"You are a silly, aren't you?" said Peter. "I wish you'd look up."
Helen looked up, and they kissed each other for the first time.
I defy you now, Mistress Jennifer, to prove that your grassblade is greener than mine.
THIRD INTERLUDE
The girls now turned their attention to their neglected apples, varying this more serious business with comments on the story that had just been related.