Then his patient gaze shifted to the east, and he saw the surface of Sky Pond, blue as the eyes of the girl who lay crouching in the cushioned corner of the swinging seat, small hands clinched over the handkerchief--a limp bit of stuff damp with her tears.
"There is one thing," he said, "that we mustn't do--cry about it--must we, Eileen ?" "No-o." "Certainly not.

Because there is nothing to make either of us unhappy; is there ?" "Oh-h, no." "Exactly.

So we're not going to be unhappy; not one bit.

First because we love each other, anyway; don't we ?" "Y-yes." "Of course we do.

And now, just because I happen to love you in that way and also in a different sort of way, in addition to that way, why, it's nothing for anybody to cry about it; is it, Eileen ?" "No.