"Is that why girls are good?"
"I don't think girls are good."
"The girls I know are."
"You know city girls," she said archly. "We country girls have the world in our own hearts."
There was nothing of "the world" in the sweet face that he looked down into, nothing of the world in the frank, true voice. He had been wronging her; how much there was in her, this wise, old, sweet little Marjorie!
"Have you forgotten your errand?" she asked, after a moment.
"No, it is at Mr. Howard's, the house beyond yours."
"I'm glad you had the errand."
"So am I. I should have gone home and not known anything about you."
"And I should have stayed tangled in the black berry vines ever so long," she laughed.