The eyes bewitched the boy, and he could not speak.

At length the girl shivered, "It's getting cold--I must go home." The boy found voice.

"Aw no, Bob and Molly are still up there." She started to rise, he caught her hand, but she pulled it away and resigned herself for a moment.

Then she looked at him a long second and said, "Do you remember years ago at the Frye boy's party--when we were little tots, and I chose you ?" The boy nodded his head and turned full toward her with serious eyes.
He devoured her feature by feature with his gaze in the starlight.

The moon was just rising at the end of the mill-dam behind them, and its light fell on her profile.