“Yes?”
She looked at me with her eyes beaming with laughter, and there was the same old innocent childhood, but where was the bashfulness?
“Do you find this beautiful?” I asked.
“Yes, certainly.”
“It wasn’t so beautiful yesterday.”
“You mean to say that you had a sudden frost last night that tinged the leaves?” she archly asked.
“Why, more sudden than that; it got to be lovelier this very afternoon. We’ve had something better than a frost.”
“How is it possible?” She laughed.
“No stranger than that you are changed so beautifully in a year.”
I said what I should not have said, for she blushed to the roots of her hair, and I repented of my forwardness.