Alice looked at the distance in dismay. "That is easy to say."
"Not hard to do," returned Kimberly. "I'll break your flight."
"I'm a wretched jumper."
"Nonsense. You can't tell me you're a wretched anything after that drive."
"Step away then and I'll jump. Only, I don't see just how I am going to stop after I start."
"What do you want to stop for? Come ahead."
She put her foot cautiously on the wheel; it was a very pretty foot. Then she steadied herself and with her hand swept little ringlets of hair from her eyes.
She knew he was waiting to receive her and, meaning to elude him, turned at the last instant and jumped away from where he stood. Kimberly, in spite of her precaution, caught her as her feet struck the floor, and leaned an instant over her. "Beautifully done!" he exclaimed, and drawing her suddenly into his arms he kissed her.
She pushed him back with all her strength. He met her consternation with good humor. "I couldn't help it."
Alice, burning with angry blushes, retreated. He hoped it would end there and ignored the outraged spirit in her eyes as she took her handkerchief from her waist.