Then said Prue: “Why do you sit nearer the middle than I?”
“Because I am three times as heavy as you and must make the balance right.”
“It is still rather too much.”
“Then draw nearer.”
“But you will draw nearer still?”
“I must. I cannot help it. Now then—try how it feels in the middle.” He put out his arm and drew her to the midst above the fulcrum, and there they sat, side by side, gently rocking. The least displacement of balance set them swaying.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” asked George.
“Beautiful,” answered Prue.
“And I don’t see,” said George, “why we shouldn’t see-saw for always like this. I mean you and me together. It takes two, it does.”
“I don’t know.”