"I love you, Sheila!" he whispered, coming closer to her.
"Do you, indeed?" she answered.
"I do, Sheila, I do...."
He raised himself so that he was kneeling in front of her. His shyness had left him now, and the words were pouring rapidly out of his mouth.
"The minute I saw you in the door of the schoolroom that night, I was in love with you. I was, indeed!"
"Were you?"
"Yes. I couldn't help it, Sheila, and the worst of it was I didn't know what to say to you. And then, last night ... when we were walking up the 'loanie' together and I was holding your arm ... you know!... like this...." He took hold of her arm as he spoke and pressed it in his.... "I felt like ... like...."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Like anything. You will marry me, Sheila? You do love me?..."
She withdrew her arm from his and struck him lightly with a wisp of hay. "You're in a terrible hurry all of a sudden!" she said. "One minute you hardly know me, an' the next minute you're gettin' ready to be married to me. You're a despert wee fella!"