“That I say so?”
“Yes; and that I say you are so distant with a girl that I don't believe you have a heart at all.”
“You don't?”
“No; and that he couldn't have left anybody better to look after me all these years, because you haven't eyes or ears or a thought for any living creature except himself.”
“You've never written that to Pete?” said Philip.
“Haven't I, though?” said Kate, and she tripped off on tiptoe.
He tripped after her. She ran into the yard. He ran also. She opened the gate of the orchard, slipped through, and made for the door of the dairy, and there he caught her by the waist.
“Never, you rogue! Say no, say no!” he panted.
“No,” she whispered, turning up her lips for a kiss.