"Here--on this farm, do you mean ?" "Yes." He spoke brusquely, but there was a certain eagerness in his attitude as he leaned towards her.
A throb of gratitude went through her.

She put out her hand to him very winningly.

"What a pity I'm not a boy!" she said, genuine regret in her voice.
He took her hand and kept it.

"Is that going to make any difference ?" he said.
She looked at him questioningly.

It was difficult to read his face in the gloom.