She did not speak as she held out her offering; but the man, looking into her laughing eyes, fancied that there was a meaning and a purpose in the gift that did not appear upon the surface of her simple action.
Expressing his pleasure, as he received the dainty basket, he could not refrain from adding, "But why do you bring me things ?" She answered with that wayward, mocking humor that so often seized her; "Because I like to.

I told you that I always do what I like--up here in the mountains." "I hope you always will," he returned, "if your likes are all as delicious as this one." With the manner of a child playfully making a mystery yet anxious to have the secret discussed, she said, "I have one more gift to bring you, yet." "I knew you meant something by your presents," he cried.

"It isn't just because you want me to have the things you bring." "Oh, yes it is," she retorted, laughing mischievously at his triumphant and expectant tone.

"If I didn't want you to have the things I bring--why--I wouldn't bring them, would I ?" "But that isn't all," he insisted.

"Tell me--why do you say you have one _more_ gift to bring ?" She shook her head with a delightful air of mystery "Not until I come again.