For a space Nada said nothing more, and he could hear and feel the beating of her heart close down against him.

Then she raised her head, and looked in the direction from which she would first hear Jolly Roger as he came through the young jackpines.

Peter, with his eyes half closed in a vast contentment, did not see or sense the change in her today--that her blue eyes were brighter, her cheeks flushed, and in her body a strange and subdued throbbing that had never been there before.
Not even to Peter did she whisper her secret, but waited and listened for Jolly Roger, and when at last she heard him and he came through the screen of jackpines, the color in her cheeks was like the stain of strawberries crimsoning her finger-tips.

In an instant, looking down upon her, Jolly Roger saw what Peter had not discovered, and he stopped in his tracks, his heart thumping like a hammer inside him.

Never, even in his dreams, had the girl looked lovelier than she did now, and never had her eyes met his eyes as they met them today, and never had her red lips said as much to him, without uttering a word.