Eugenia shook her head, half laughing.
"No, no," she said; "but I remember you carried me home once when I had hurt my foot, and you jumped into the ice pond to save my kitten, and—"
"You shared your lunch with me at school," he broke in.
"And you dug me a little garden all yourself—"
"And you bought me a Jew's harp on my birthday—"
"And you always left half the eggs in a bird's nest because I begged you to—"
"And you were an out and out angel," he concluded triumphantly.
"An angel, black-haired and a tomboy?"
He assented. "A little tyrannical angel with a temper."
Her confessions multiplied.