"Rain or shine?"
"Yes."
"May I ride there, too?"
"It's not my park."
"That's not very encouraging."
"Isn't it? Well, haven't you been a trifle discouraging yourself?"
"I'm terribly sorry," he pleaded; and she surprised him by sighing:
"I'm rather glad."
"Glad? Why?"
"Because I had come dangerously near to feeling that you were—different."