Shut your eyes, breathe deeply, lifting both arms and lowering them while counting ten in German--" "Sandy, don't be so foolish at--such a time." "Such a time?
What time is it ?" pretending to consult his watch with great anxiety.

Then a quick smile of relief spread over his features: "It's all right, Stephanie; it's my hour to be foolish.

If you'll place a lump of sugar on my nose, and say 'when,' I'll perform." There was no answering smile on her face.
"It's curious," she said, "how a girl can make a muddle of life without even trying." "But just think what you might have done if you'd tried! You've much to be thankful for," he said gravely.
She raised her eyes, considering him: "I wonder," she said, under her breath.
"Sure thing, Stephanie.

You might have done worse; you might have married me.

Throw away those flowers--there's a good girl--and forget what they meant." Slowly, deliberately, blossom by blossom she drew them from her girdle and laid them on the moss beside her.
"There's one left," he said cheerfully.