"Are you really having a good time?" Kimberly asked. "I mean, do you care at all for this kind of thing?"
"Of course, I care for it. Who could help it? It is lovely. Where are we going?"
"Down the lake a mile or two; then the boats will return for the fireworks."
"You don't seem very lively yourself to-night. Are you bored?"
"No; only wondering whether you will go driving with me to-morrow."
"I said I would not."
"I hoped, of course, you might reconsider."
He did not again press the subject of the drive, but when they were walking up the hill after the rockets and showers of gold falling down the dark sky, she told him he might come for her the next day. "I don't know how it is," she murmured, "but you always have your own way. You wind me right around your finger."
He laughed. "If I do, it is only because I don't try to."
"I realize it; that is what puzzles me."