As a child the description of an assault on a citadel always interested her, but she had neither sympathy nor interest in a siege.
Now, musing there in the sunlight on the events of her first winter, she became aware that she had been more or less instructed in the ways of men; and, remembering, she lifted her disturbed eyes to inspect this specimen of a sex which often perplexed but always interested her.
"What are you smiling about, Duane ?" she asked defiantly.
"Your arraignment of me when half the men in town have been trying to marry you all winter.

You've made a reputation for yourself, too, Geraldine." "As what ?" she asked angrily.
"A head-twister." "Do you mean a flirt ?" "Oh, Lord! Only the French use that term now.

But that's the idea, Geraldine.

You are a born one.

I fell for the first smile you let loose on me." "You seem to have been a sort of general Humpty Dumpty for falls all your life, Duane," she said with dangerous sweetness.
"Like that immortal, I've had only one which permanently shattered me." "Which was that, if you please ?" "The fall you took out of me." "In other words," she said disdainfully, "you are beginning to make love to me again." "No....