He replied rather briefly in the negative.
“They were always nasty, awkward rails to put up,” she remarked, after some more reflection.
Brook agreed, and then they turned their faces towards the homestead. Half-way down the sidling was a clump of saplings, with a big log lying amongst them. Here Brook paused. “We’ll sit down for a while and have a rest,” said he. “Sit down, Lizzie.”
She obeyed with the greatest of gravity. Nothing was said for awhile. She sat with her hands folded in her lap, gazing thoughtfully at the ridge, which was growing dim. It looked better when it was dim, and so did the rest of the scenery. There was no beauty lost when darkness hid the scenery altogether. Brook wondered what the girl was thinking about. The silence between them did not seem awkward, somehow; but it didn’t suit him just then, and so presently he broke it.
“Well, I must go to-morrow.”
“Must you?”
“Yes.”
She thought awhile, and then she asked him if he was glad to go.
“Well, I don’t know. Are you sorry, Lizzie?”
She thought a good long while, and then she said she was.