"It's very warm!" I said as I picked a stalk of fire-weed.
What was there about the girl which so thrilled me with happiness?
She turned away and felt the ribbon by which her hair was gathered at the back of her head.
I wanted to kiss her as I had done years before, but I was afraid.
She turned suddenly and said to me:
"A penny for your thoughts."
"You won't laugh at me?"
"No."
"I was thinking how beautiful you are and how homely I am."
"You are not homely. I like your eyes and your teeth are as white and even as they can be and you are a big, brave boy, too."