“What a lot you know!” he said one day, amazed at her book learning.
“I’m going to be a school teacher,” she laughed back, “and besides, I like it. No, it’s not the history—the dates and things—that fascinates me; but I seem to have been here before,” she explained, adding: “Lots of us Americans feel that way about it—as though—as though——”
“You’d come from here?” he helped her.
“That’s right—as though we’d come from here. And perhaps we have,” she added gaily, finishing with “Our name’s Berridge, so we must have done.”
“I never look upon you as a foreigner,” said he; “at least, I haven’t since——” and he hesitated.
“Since?” she inquired.
“Since I first wanted to kiss you.”
“Do it again!”
Jimmy was quite prepared to take up the challenge, but she had fled. He caught her behind the plump Martello Tower where she was hiding, and did it again. After that they returned to firmer ground, sitting on the beach and looking out over the Channel.
“You must leave that old bank,” began Mamie; “it’s served its purpose.”