"Exactly. The frame is the hedge; the picture is the sky, the sun, and you."
She laughed, frankly pleased in a childish way, at his conceit.
"Then for me," she answered, "it must be the sun, the sky, and you."
"We are n't trying to compliment each other, are we?"
"No," she answered seriously. "I hope not."
She went on after a moment's reflection,
"I have been puzzling over the strange chance that brought you into my life at so opportune a time."
"I came because you believed in me and because you needed me. You believed in me because—," he paused, his blood seeming suddenly to run faster, "because I needed you."
"You needed me?"
"Yes," he answered, "I needed you. I needed you long ago."