"I want to say now that I love you." For a moment the 'boy's will, the wind's will,' blew a gale.

"I love you and I always shall.

Some day I shall ask you that foolish question again, and again." She too was after all very young and had been playing a bit at being a woman.

Now his expression of passion embarrassed her--because she had no answer ready; nor was it all entirely disagreeable.
He stood still a moment, and added, "That is all--I ask nothing now." Then she stood up, having to say something and unwilling to hurt him--wanting not to say too much or too little, and ending by a childlike reply.

"Oh, John, I do wish you would never say such things to me.