“Did I?” said Kate. “But that was long ago. And I remember somebody else who pretended he was glad I was.”
“That was long ago too,” said Philip, and both laughed nervously.
“What strange things girls are—and boys!” said Kate with a matronly sigh, burying her face in a nest where a hen was clucking and two downy chicks were peeping from her wing.
They went through to the orchard, where the trees were breaking into eager blossoms.
“I've another letter for you from Pete,” said Philip.
“So?” said Kate.
“Here it is,” said Philip.
“Won't you read it?” said Kate.
“But it's yours; surely a girl doesn't want anybody else——”
“Ah! but you're different, though; you know everything—and besides—read it aloud, Philip.”