“One, I love—two, I love—
Three, I love, I say.
Four, I love with all my heart,
And five, I cast away—”
She stopped short and sighed—“O, pshaw! that was Harry; why did I name it for him?”
Again she looked impatiently up the road and then went on:
“Six, he loves, seven, she loves,
Eight, both love—”
She turned quickly. She heard the gallop of a saddle horse coming. The rider sprang off, tied his horse and sat on the rock by her side.
She appeared not to notice him, and her piqued face was turned away petulantly.
It was a handsome boyish face that looked at her for a moment mischievously. Then he seized and kissed her despite her struggles.
For this she boxed his ears soundly and sat off on another rock.
“Harry Travis, you can't kiss me every time you want to, no matter if we are engaged.”