More baiting, without a doubt--and she was not in the mood to remember any promises about being a nice, gentle little thing.

The figure came close, stooped, and took her by the arm.

In the half--light she knew him then.

It was Grant.
"Come over by the pond," he said, in what was almost a command.

"I want to talk to you a little." "Does it occur to you that I might not want to talk t to you ?" Still, she let him help her to her feet.
"Surely.