She. And you'll never oppose woman's independence?
He. Never!
She. Then you may carry my poppies for me.
He. And come home with you?
She. If you promise not to tease.
He (leaping over the stile). I promise.
She (following leisurely and glancing warily across the field). And, Frank, dear, hadn't you better cover the poppies with your handkerchief——
He. Why?
She. Oh, because—isn't it rather glary in the field? They might fade, you know.