He smelled of dust and earth and his body was hot.

"I wish to God it could be true for always!" His loving, bearish onslaught and his words quite silenced Carley.

How at critical moments he always said the thing that hurt her or inhibited her! She essayed a smile as she drew back from him.
"It's sure good of you," he said, taking the basket.

"I was thinking I'd be through work sooner today, and was sorry I had not made a date with you.

Come, we'll find a place to sit." Whereupon he led her back under the trees to a half-sunny, half-shady bench of rock overhanging the stream.