"Try to tell me, Dorian. I need to know. I'm such a dunce."
Dorian repeated in his way Uncle Zed's argument, and he succeeded fairly well in his presentation of the subject. The still night under the shining stars added an impressive setting to the telling, and the girl close by his side drank in hungrily every word. When the water reached the end of the rows, it was turned into others, until all were irrigated. When that was accomplished, Dorian's watch showed half past eleven. He picked up the lantern and the hoe, and they walked back to the house.
"The party was quite complete, after all," he said at the door. "I've enjoyed this little after-affair as much as I did the party."
"I'm glad," she whispered.
"And it was wonderfully good of you to give me that present."
"I'm glad," she repeated.
"Do you know what I was thinking about when I opened the book and saw it was from you?"
"No; what?"
"Why, I thought, we'll read this book together, you and I."
"Wouldn't that be fine!"