He whispered: "What were you thinking of me--good or bad ?" "Good, of course.

How could I think anything bad of you ?" She turned her eyes on him in wonderment.

Then she went on: "I was wondering how a girl could distinguish between the feeling she has for a man she merely likes, and the feeling she has for a man she loves." Jefferson bent eagerly forward so as to lose no word that might fall from those coveted lips.
"In what category would I be placed ?" he asked.
"I don't quite know," she answered, laughingly.

Then seriously, she added: "Jeff, why should we act like children?
Your actions, more than your words, have told me that you love me.

I have known it all along.