“I am sure I don’t know,” she replied, turning away.
“Would you ever care to set eyes on me again?” He took her hand, and she did not draw it away from him.
“Yes, I think I should.”
“Then promise never to tell any one I met you here.”
“Oh, I will not say anything.”
“It’s a promise, then. Give me your two hands on it.”
She held out the other, and he kissed them both.
“Will you come back here some day soon?” he asked, almost in a whisper.
“Oh, I couldn’t. And I should never find my way.”
“You could if I told you how to. You could ask for the farm I am going to take you to, and then ’twould be only a little bit further; and none can see you these dark evenings.”