“Have I, Rose?”
“Much more.”
“Do you like me less because of that?”
She blushed faintly.
“No,” she said.
That faint blush made Dion’s heart bound, he scarcely knew why. But he only said soberly:
“I’m glad of that. And now about Robin. You’re right. He can’t walk over stubble with me, but why shouldn’t I stick him on a pony?”
“Oh—a pony! How he would love it!”
“Can’t I get hold of one?”
“But Job Crickendon’s got one!”