“Shall we sit down?” he said. “Or would you like to go on walking?”
“I’d like to sit down,” she answered. “I love walking, but I can’t talk at the same time.”
He sat down at once, without waiting for her to choose a spot.
“This grass is nice and cool,” he said.
It was wet, but he had no thought for her thin cotton frock.
She sat a couple of yards away from him on the short turf and plunged her arm into the long, cool grass. Then she lay on her stomach and plucked a blade of grass and chewed it.
“Thank you for sending me the roses. I gave them to my mother.”
“I liked your mother.”
“She liked you. She said: ‘That is a good girl.’ She is very quick at guessing what people are like.”