“You remember then?” he said. He came and stood beside her.
“Did you think I could forget?”
“It has been a long time——”
“Only a minute,” she replied gayly. “Come—are we going up?”
“I wonder—?” He looked a little doubtfully at the hill before them—and there was a hill beyond that, he knew, and another beyond that.
“It’s more of a climb than I remembered,” he said thoughtfully.
But she was already going on ahead of him, pushing aside the underbrush and walking with light step.... The birch stems came between them and he saw her hazily, always a little ahead, ascending the hill.... Then her pace slowed and he hurried and overtook her.
He looked at her sternly. “Sit down!” he said.
He spread his coat and she sat down on it almost meekly. She was breathing fast. There was a little flush of color in her face.
She looked about her with happy eyes. “Oh—I am glad you thought of it!”