He became emotionally tense, as always.
She rather liked what seemed the superiority of his mood. It was different, stronger than was customary in the men she knew.
"Do you like me?" he asked, looking at her.
She studied his face and hair and eyes.
"I don't know," she returned calmly.
"Are you sure you don't?"
There was another pause in which she looked almost mockingly at him and then, sobering, away at the hall door.
"Yes, I think I do," she said.
He picked her up in his arms. "You're as cute as a doll," he said and carried her to the red settee. She spent the rest of the rainy afternoon resting in his arms and enjoying his kisses. He was a new and peculiar kind of boy.