“If you made it I’m afraid it wouldn’t fit,” she laughed, again withdrawing her hands.
“Will you, if it fits?”
“I cannot tell until I try.”
“Don’t play with me. It is neither ‘great’ nor ‘best’ for a girl to do that.”
“You frighten me,” she said, with a sound in her breath like a sob.
“I beg your pardon.”
“I cannot promise. I do not want to promise. I never thought of it.”
“You think I am only a boy.”
“I am only a girl.”
“I did not just think of it. You think I am too sudden and impulsive. I thought of you all the time I was gone. I have loved you ever since I knew you. How can anybody help loving you? You meant Bensalem to me more than Roger and Marion did. I have been afraid somebody would guess. I was afraid somebody would keep you away from me. Judith, don’t you care for me, at all?”