She reflected his manner admirably. “Splendid! I fairly dote on blueberries. Where did you get them? You’re really a very wonderful person. For luncheon, of course, cress and dandelion salad, fish and a venison pasty. For dinner——”
“Don’t be too sure,” he laughed. “Let’s eat what we’ve got and be thankful.”
“I am thankful,” she said, picking at the blueberries. “I might have been still lying over there in the leaves.” She turned her face confidingly to his. “Do you know, I thought you were a bear.”
“Did you?”
“Until you pointed a pistol at me—and then I thought you were an Indian.”
“I’m very sorry. I didn’t know what you were—I don’t think I quite know yet.”
She took the cup of tea from his fingers before she replied.
“I? Oh, I’m just—just a girl. It doesn’t matter much who or what.”
“I didn’t mean to be inquisitive,” he said quickly.
“But you were—” she insisted.