Joyce did not answer. She ate her fruit slowly, as if luxuriating in its taste. Presently she looked up.
"And won't you eat any of my peaches?" she asked archly, with a lingering emphasis on the "my."
"Indeed I will!" reaching with eager haste for the one she offered.
She had selected the finest one left and, as his fingers touched it, she clung to it an instant.
"So you will take a peach from me?" she said, with an odd expression; "Especially after being the one to secure it to me."
"Oh yes, with pleasure."
"I'm glad your pride has limits," laughing and flushing a little. "Some people are proud over everything."
"I am proud over seeing you enjoy my little gift."
"And I am proud over being the recipient of your gift, which strikes me as not being so 'little' as you seem to think it. After all, this matter of giving and taking should be very simple; don't you see? The surcharged cloud pours its electricity into the empty one, and both are equalized. But has the full cloud any more to boast of than the other?"
He smiled.