“Fine!” he said.
She smiled, but she did not explain.
“Why didn’t you ever sit here before?” he demanded, looking about him.
The needle paused. “Why—?... We never owned it before!”
“You didn’t have to own it—to sit on it.”
“Oh, yes I did! Owning it is half the sitting on it!”
He threw himself on the ground beside her and looked up into the oak-tree, throwing back his head.
Her puzzled eyes regarded him.
“I should never think of coming out here to sit—if we didn’t own it—you know that.”
“Hah! Just like a woman!”