“Funny 'ow one always wants to pick flowers,” said Bert.
Kurt had nothing to add to that.
They went on again, without talking, for a long time.
At last they came to a rocky hummock, from which the view of the waterfall opened out. There Kurt stopped and seated himself on a rock.
“That's as much as I wanted to see,” he explained. “It isn't very like, but it's like enough.”
“Like what?”
“Another waterfall I knew.”
He asked a question abruptly. “Got a girl, Smallways?”
“Funny thing,” said Bert, “those flowers, I suppose.—I was jes' thinking of 'er.”
“So was I.”