"Did I frighten you?" he goes on. "I meant no harm, I'm sure."
"'Tis no matter," says the girl. "I was only startled for a moment."
"And you're not angry now?"
"Nay; why should I be? For a jest?"
"That's right. I felt directly I saw you as if we were old friends—only I couldn't remember your name, so I thought I'd just stop and ask."
Oh, but 'tis a handsome lad—and such a smile, thinks the girl looking on.
"Pansy, they call me," says the other girl shyly, "but…."
"Say no more," the young man breaks in. "Pansy, they call you—'tis enough for me."
Surely then the name must be a good one, since he seems to like it so, thinks the girl looking on.
"And you…?" asks the girl. "You're a stranger, I think."