“Well, will you let me hold the bunches while you tie them; or tie them when you hold them?”
“No.”
“This once, then?”
“This once, perhaps.”
“How little you let me do for you!” he sighed.
“That gives you a chance to do more for other people,” she answered; and then she dropped her eyes, as if she had been surprised into that answer. She made haste to add: “That's what makes you so popular with—everybody!”
“Ah, but I'd rather be popular with somebody!”
He laughed, and then they both laughed together consciously; and still nothing or everything had been said. A little silly silence followed, and he said, for escape from it, “I never saw such berries before, even in September, on the top of Ponkwasset.”
“Why, is it a mountain?” she asked. “I thought it was a—falls.”
“It's both,” he said.