"There's nothing to bother about." He pressed her temples with a sure, cool touch.

She closed her eyes under it.
"But I must get on," she said uneasily.

"I want to make the jam this afternoon." "Do you ?" said Max grimly.
She was silent for a little.

He kept his hand upon her head, and she was glad of its support though she wished it had not been his.
"It must be nearly luncheon-time," she said at last, with an effort.
"It is," said Max.

"We will go indoors." "Oh, but I must pick up my raspberries first, and--there's a whole row--more--to gather yet." "You will have to leave that job for someone else," he said.