He understood everything--especially as to what she meant by saying that she would go joy-riding, that she would make life spin whichever way she wanted it to go.

It was the right of youth, and what was she but just a kid?
He had never stood over her and demanded payment, and yet he had given her everything.

He understood that she was new to the careless and carefree, and had never flung the word honest at her head, because, being so young, she considered that she could be let off from making payments for a time.
She wanted Martin.

She wanted the comforting sight of his clean eyes and deep chest and square shoulders.

She wanted to sit down knee to knee with him as they had done so often on the edge of the woods, and talk and talk.