"Randy," she breathed, and stood up and saw him coming. She ran towards him. "Oh, Randy, Randy."
She came into his arms as if she belonged there. And he, amazed but rapturous, received her, held her close.
"Oh, oh," she whispered, "you don't know how I have wanted you, Randy."
"It is nothing to the way that I have wanted you, my dear."
"Really, Randy?"
"Really, my sweet."
The moon was very big and bright. It showed her face white as a rose-leaf against his coat. He scarcely dared to breathe, lest he should frighten her. They stood for a moment in silence, then she said, simply, "You see, it was you, after all, Randy."
"Yes," he said, "I see. But when did you find it out?"
"This afternoon. Let's sit down here out of the wind behind the boat, and I'll tell you about it——"
But he was not ready yet to let her go. "To have you here—like this."