"Oh," said Lahoma, "when I looked into your face, I saw myself as a girl sitting under the cedar trees in the cove, with Brick and Bill."
"Just you three?" demanded Wilfred wistfully—also smilingly.
"Oho!" exclaimed Lahoma, showing her perfect little teeth as if about to bite, in a way that filled him with fearful joy, "and so they showed you that letter!"
"JUST you three?" repeated Wilfred. "Just room enough in the cove for you—and Brick—and Bill?"
"Listen to me, Wilfred, and I will do the talking."
"Well?"
She lowered her voice to a whisper— "Lean your head closer."
Wilfred put down his head. "Is this close enough?" he whispered, feeling exalted. Men, women and children circled about them; the air vibrated with the shock of trunks and mail bags hurled upon the platform.
"No," said Lahoma, rising on tiptoe.
Wilfred took off his hat and got under hers.