"You know," she said, "we are not nearly well enough acquainted for you to be moody and unamiable."
"I did not mean to be either," he said. "What is it that has come between us, Karen?"
"Why, nothing I hope," she said fervently.
"I hope so, too.... You have been different since—" He hesitated, and she turned her head carelessly and looked back at the little brook they had crossed. When her blush had cooled she resumed her leisurely walk and glanced up at him inquiringly:
"Since when have you thought me different?"
"Since we—kissed——"
"Please, Kervyn! Not we. I think it was you who performed that very childish rite."
"Is that the way you regarded it?"
"Didn't you?"
"No."