"And he'd twigged right enough you were gone on him?"
Laura's coy smile hinted many things. "I should say so. Since the very first day in church. He said—but I don't like to tell you what he said."
"You must!"
"No. You'll only call me conceited."
"No fear, Kiddy. Out with it!"
"Well, then, he said he saw me as soon as he got in the pulpit, and he wondered ever so much who the girl was with the eyes like sloes, and the skin like ... like cream."
"Snakes-alive-oh! He went it strong."
"And how often were you alone with him?"
"Yes, and if he had met me before he was married—but no, I can't tell any more."
"Oh, don't be such an ass!"