"How? Because my heart says here is the only girl in all the world—see how different, how more beautiful and gentle she is than all other girls."
"But I'm not Gay—I'm Phyllis."
"If you are Phyllis," he whispered, "then you never were Gay."
She laughed softly.
"I am Gay."
"Why tell me? I know. Am I forgiven?"
"There is nothing," she said swiftly, "to forgive," and she fled swiftly.
To her sisters waiting among the pines she gave explanation.
"Of course, he knew me."
"How?"