Oh, the vanity of youth! I had never been so happy as then.
"I don't believe I'm brave," I said, blushing as we walked along beside the wheat-fields that were just turning yellow. "I was terribly scared that night—honest I was!"
"But you didn't run away."
"I didn't think of it or I guess I would have."
After a moment of silence I ventured:
"I guess you've never fallen in love."
"Yes, I have."
"Who with?"
"I don't think I dare tell you," she answered, slowly, looking down as she walked.
"I'll tell you who I love if you wish," I said.