"Have you talked it over with him as you promised me?" She nodded her head.
"And what did he say?" She looked away as she answered him.
"He said very little; but he was very stiff."
"I should think he was always rather stiff," Gunnar said, and she frowned and grew red.
"But what do you feel about it yourself?" said Gunnar. "I believe that you find me well enough."
She nodded. "Yes, I do. I like you to be here. You make me laugh. I feel younger than I did."
"That is good news," said Gunnar. "I understand that you are sixteen years old. Do you now feel that you are twelve?"
She laughed. "Sometimes I do."
"Then," said Gunnar, "keep me here a month or two longer and I shall rock you in your cradle."