"He is an inch and a half taller.
Why ?" "Oh, I hate seeing a woman taller than her husband and I've always wondered where we'd find men to reach our shoulders.

But if they can be picked at random from the berry patch--" So Kate went on her way laughing, lifting her white skirts high from the late August dust.

She took a short cut through the woods and at a small stream, with sure foot, crossed the log to within a few steps of the opposite bank.

There she stopped, for a young man rounded the bushes and set a foot on the same log; then he and Kate looked straight into each other's eyes.

Kate saw a clean-shaven, forceful young face, with strong lines and good colouring, clear gray eyes, sandy brown hair, even, hard, white teeth, and broad shoulders a little above her own.