“Shall you exact terms?” she smiled.
“This depends on how much you are in earnest about making the team.”
“Very much.”
“Enough to get up at five in the morning and play a round?”
“Why such an unearthly hour?”
“It’s about the only time I can be sure of. Don’t forget I’m a hard-working reporter.”
“I thought you wished me to forget it, only a moment ago,” she teased.
“I want you to remember that I’m a man,” he retorted, “besides being a reporter. And that you and I are going to be friends.” He looked her fairly in the eyes. “At least,” he added quietly.
The baffling lights in her eyes deepened as she met his gaze, unwaveringly. “I believe that we are—at least,” she said. “When shall we begin?”
“We have begun.”