“My thoughts were not nonsense.”
“Of course not, you were labelling and pigeon holing all that you have thought of since sunrise! I’ve been sitting on a stone waiting for your conference to end. Are you in the habit of meeting strange men and conversing with them.”
“Yes, I came out to meet you.”
“I only wish you did! I wish that you would make a stranger of me and be polite to me. It is nothing new for you to be wandering on a Saturday afternoon, and nothing new for you to find me.”
“I didn’t find you.”
“I intended to give you the honor of the discovery; now we will share the glory. Shall we go on?”
“I have been to my roots; do you know my roots? Do you know the corner above Old Place and the tiny stream?”
“I know every corner, and every root, and every stream. Shall I carry your flowers for you? I never can see why I should relieve a maiden of a burden when her avoirdupois equals mine. You will not give them to me? I have something to read to you—something of my own composing—I composed it in one brilliant wakeful moment—you will appreciate it.”
“I do not believe it.”
“Wait until you hear it. Lady Blue, are you going to be literary and never be married! Woe to the day when I taught you all you know.”