She did not do so; she forced herself to appear normal.

But every nerve tingled as he approached, and she could not keep the quick blood from her face.
He was carrying a tray which he set down on a rough wooden table near her.
"You must be famished," he said.
She had not thought of food, but certainly the sight of it cheered her failing spirits.

She smiled at him.
"Are we going to have another picnic ?" He smiled in answer, and she felt oddly relieved, All sense of strain and embarrassment left her.

She sat up and helped him spread the feast.
The fare was very simple, but she found it amply satisfying.

She partook of Mary Ann's butter with appreciation.
"I can make butter," she told him presently.