Her lips parted as if to speak.

Then she turned away again.

The action was so odd, and somehow, as she did it, so adorable, and the preserved silence was such a bond between them, that for his life he could not have helped moving half-way up the bench toward her.
"What is it ?" he asked; and he spoke in a whisper he might have used at the bedside of a dying friend.

He would not have laughed if he had known he did so.

She twisted the spear of grass into a little ball and threw it at a stone in the water before she answered.
"Do you know, Mr.Harkless, you and I haven't 'met,' have we?
Didn't we forget to be presented to each other ?" "I beg your pardon.