"How did you know?" Trove inquired; for he was not aware that any outside his own home knew it.
"A man told us that came with the cattle last year. And he said you must belong to very grand folks."
"And how did he know that?"
"By your looks."
"By my looks?"
"Yes, I—I suppose he thought you didn't look like other boys around here." She was now plying the pin very attentively.
"I must be a very curious-looking boy."
"Oh, not very," said she, looking at him thoughtfully. "I—I—well
I shall not tell you what I think," She spoke decisively.
She had begun to blush again.
Their eyes met, and they both looked away, smiling. Then a moment of silence.