“Land!” he exclaimed. “Look at the time! This talk with you has seemed so—so natural and old-timey, that . . . Well, I've got to go.”
He was scrambling to his feet. She also attempted to rise, but found it difficult.
“Here,” he cried, “give me your hand. I'll help you up.”
“I don't want any help. Let me alone. Let me ALONE, I tell you.”
His answer was to seize her about the waist and swing her bodily to her feet. She was flushed and embarrassed. Then she laughed shortly and shook her head.
“What are you laughin' at?” he demanded, peering over the knoll to make sure that neither John Brown nor Miss Graham was in sight.
“Oh, not much,” she answered. “You kind of surprise me, Seth.”
“Why?”
“'Cause you've changed so.”
“Changed? How?”