That'll be--fine," replied Jean, and as he spoke he experienced a buoyant thrill, a pleasant lightness of enthusiasm, such as always stirred boyishly in him at a prospect of adventure.
Before it passed he wondered at it and felt unsure of himself.

He needed to think.
"Stranger shore I'm not recollectin' that y'u told me who y'u are," she said.
"No, reckon I didn't tell," he returned.

"What difference does that make?
I said I didn't care who or what you are.

Can't you feel the same about me ?" "Shore--I felt that way," she replied, somewhat non-plussed, with the level brown gaze steadily on his face.

"But now y'u make me think." "Let's meet without knowin' any more about each other than we do now." "Shore.