"I might. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No," he laughed.
"Then I don't see what harm it would do. I'm coming."
No reply.
"I'm coming tomorrow."
No reply. This was really stoical of Jerry.
"And Jerry—" she called.
"Yes, Una—"
"I think you're—you're sweet."
There was a rustle among the leaves and she was gone.