She at least had thought it was that, and was certain of it when he had seized and kissed her, laughing joyously the while.

She had not told any one of that, but she had never forgotten.

And now this curious creature, whom she had not supposed to be gallantly inclined--unshaven, smelling of printer's ink and tobacco! "I'm coming on!" said Juliana aloud, and laughed rather grimly.
She watched her prankling blade meet the children and go off down the ridge with his son, still not looking back.

She thought it queer he did not look back at her just once.

She soothed her chin again, sniffing the air.
Patricia Whipple came leaping up the path, excited with an imminent question.