“I've heard your boasts, but never tasted your bread,” she went on.
“I'll ask you to eat with us some day.”
“Don't forget,” she replied.
And then shyly she looked at Shefford. She was like the fresh dawn, and the gold of the sun shone on her head.
“Have you chopped all that wood—so early?” she asked.
“Sure,” replied Shefford, laughing. “I have to get up early to keep Joe from doing all the camp chores.”
She smiled, and then to Shefford she seemed to gleam, to be radiant.
“It'd be a lovely morning to climb—'way high.”
“Why—yes—it would,” replied Shefford, awkwardly. “I wish I didn't have my work.”
“Joe, will YOU climb with me some day?”