"We shall become comrades," he said confidently, "and you shall be sufficiently amused."
"It requires time for two people to become comrades."
"Will you give me an hour this evening?"
"What? A rendezvous?" she exclaimed, laughing.
"Yes."
"You mean somewhere alone with you?"
"Will you, Maryette?"
"But why? I am not yet old enough for such foolishness. It would not amuse me at all to be alone with you for an hour." She pouted and shrugged and absently plucked a hollow stem from the sedge.
"It would amuse me much more to sit here[pg 334] and blow bubbles," she added, clearing the stem with a quick breath and soaping the end of it.
Then, with tormenting malice, she let her eyes rest sideways on him while she plunged the hollow stem into the water, withdrew it, dripping, and deliberately blew an enormous golden bubble from the end.