"Chilly?"
"A little," she said through chattering teeth.
He took off his coat and wrapped it around her, despite her protests. They found a sheltered place on the bank and huddled together, shivering. A delicious sleepiness stole over her, and the lap-lap of the water, the whispering of the leaves, the warmth of Paul's shoulder under her cheek, all became like a dream.
"Comfortable, dear?"
"Mmmmhuh," she murmured. "You?"
"You bet your life!" She roused a little to meet his kiss. The night became dreamlike again.
"Helen?"
"What!"
"Seems to me we've been here a long time. What'll we do? We can't stay here till morning."
"I don't—know—why not. All night—under the stars—"