"Let me see you put the key there," she returned, unconcernedly.
He hung the key on the nail over the small window and inquired if it were done to her satisfaction.
"Yes," she said. "I wonder how Linnet feels about going away from us all so far."
"She is with her husband," answered Morris. "Aren't you woman enough to understand that?"
"Possibly I am as much of a woman as you are."
"You are years ahead of me; a girl at eighteen is a woman; but a boy at eighteen is a boy. Will you tell me something out here among the wood? This wood pile that the old captain sawed and split ten years ago shall be our witness. Why do you suppose he gets up in winter before daylight and splits wood—when he has a pile that was piled up twenty years ago?"
"That is a question worthy the time and place and the wood pile shall be our witness."
"Oh, that isn't the question," he returned with some embarrassment, stooping to pick up a chip and toss it from him as he lifted himself. "Marjorie, do you like Hollis better than you like me?"
"You are only a boy, you know," she answered, roguishly.
"I know it; but do you like me better than Hollis?"