Drawing my riding gloves from my pocket I reached up my hands, somewhat soiled with the encounter, and so helped her down to earth once more.

And once more her gaze, soft and not easily to be mistaken, rested upon me.
"Tell me, Jack Cowles," she said, "is there anything in the world you are afraid to do ?" "At least I'm not afraid to give a lesson to any little Sir Jonas that has forgot his manners," I replied.

"But I hope you are not hurt in any way ?" She shook her head, smoothing out her gown, and again raised her eyes to mine.
We seated ourselves again upon our fallen apple tree.

Her hand fell upon my coat sleeve.

We raised our eyes.