Her arms were crooked because she was holding her skirts about her ankles, and as she stumbled against him a second time, he put out his hand and caught hold of her arm, and this time he did not withdraw it. He slipped his arm inside hers and drew her close to him, and so they walked on in the starlight up the rough road that led to Matthew Hamilton's farm.
"It's quaren late," she said, moving nearer to him.
"Yes," he answered.
There was a rustle in the trees as the night wind blew through the branches, and they could hear the silken murmur of the corn as it bent before the breeze. Now and then there was a flutter of wings in a hedge as they passed by, and the low murmurs of cattle and sheep came from the fields.
"I wish it were next Thursday," he said.
"So do I," she replied.
"I wish we could have two dancing-classes in the week instead of one!"
"So do I," she said.
"But we can't manage that," he continued. "You see we have two nights for the Language class!..."
"You could have one night for the Language class," she said, "and two nights for dancing!"