His book had fallen on the ground at her feet, and she picked it up and held it out to him.
"So you like Ruskin," she said.

"I do, too.

But I haven't read this." "If you--would care--to read it--you may have it," Jasper contrived to say.
She carried the book away with her.

He did not again hide when she passed, and when she brought the book back they talked a little about it over the fence.

He lent her others, and got some from her in return; they fell into the habit of discussing them.