"Not yourself?"
"I want the best berries," said Diana, stopping before a cluster of bushes heavily laden.
"How about other things?"
Diana felt a pang at her heart, an odd desire to make some wild answer.
But nothing could be cooler than what she said.
"I take them as I find them, Mr. Knowlton."
He was helping her now again.
"What did you suppose I was thinking of, when I told you I wanted the best I could have?"
"I had no right to suppose anything. No doubt it is true of all sorts of things."
"But I was thinking of one—did you guess what?"
Diana hesitated. "I don't know, Mr. Knowlton,—I might guess wrong."