You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once, by my friend Knight, that that is an excellent fault in woman.' 'Now, come; I must mount again, or we shall not be home by dinner-time.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered.

'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm,' she continued gaily, 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it), in the form of a gate.

There--now I am myself again.' They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace.
Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness, and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment.
'What did you love me for ?' she said, after a long musing look at a flying bird.
'I don't know,' he replied idly.
'Oh yes, you do,' insisted Elfride.
'Perhaps, for your eyes.' 'What of them ?--now, don't vex me by a light answer.

What of my eyes ?' 'Oh, nothing to be mentioned.

They are indifferently good.' 'Come, Stephen, I won't have that.