"I've never seen Colorado."
"It's big—"
"Like the nursery of the Titans, I think," she said softly, and Hugo shuddered. The instinct had been too true.
Her eyes were suddenly stormy. "I feel old enough to mother you, Hugo. And yet, since you came, I've been a little bit in love with you. It doesn't matter, does it?"
"I think—I know—"
"Sit closer to me then, Hugo."
The sun had passed the zenith before they spoke connectedly again. "Time for the magic carpet to come to earth," she said gaily.
"Is it?"
"Don't be masculine any longer—and don't be rudely possessive. Of course it is. Aren't you hungry?"
"I was hungry—" he began moodily.