Oh, you _were_ a queer boy! I just hated you." "I do suppose, Leila, I must have looked odd with that funny cap and the cane--" "And the way you looked when I told you about swinging on the gate.

I hadn't done that for--oh, two years.

What did you think of me ?" "I thought you were very rude, and then--oh, Leila! when you came up out of the drift--" He hesitated.
"Oh, go on; I don't mind--not now." "I thought you beautiful with all that splendid hair on the snow." "Oh, John! How silly!" Whether or not she was unusually good to look at had hardly ever before occurred to her.

She flushed slightly, pleased and wondering, with a new seed of gentle vanity planted in her simple nature, a child on the threshold of the womanly inheritance of maidenhood.
Then he said gravely, "It is wonderful to me how we have changed.

I shall miss you.