Violet's vindictive thrust had embarrassed rather than hurt her.

She looked at the great square shoulders that intervened between her eyes and the morning sunshine, and wondered why he did not turn.

Was it possible that he could be feeling embarrassed too?
She could scarcely imagine it; but yet the position was sufficiently intolerable for him also.
"I'm afraid the raspberries will have to go," she said regretfully, "unless the boys--" "They would probably eat 'em as fast as they picked 'em," observed Max grimly.

"I know boys." Again, rather feebly, she laughed.

"It seems a pity," she said.
"I shouldn't worry," said Max.