'I'm sure I didn't think, nor you did.' 'Never.'
'And now this friendship's come to us for ever.'
'Now, Anna, take my arm, dear.' 'Not to-night,
That must come later when we know our minds,
We must agree to keep this evening white,
We'll eat the fruit to-night and save the rinds.'
And all the folk whose shadows darked the blinds,
And all the dancers whirling in the fair,
Were wretched worms to Jim and Anna there.
'How wonderful life is,' said Anna, lowly.