Another silence fell upon them.
“And you know,” said Rosa innocently, “you couldn’t like me then; and you can always like me now, for I shall not be a drag upon you, or a worry to you. And I can always like you now, and your sister will not tease or trifle with you. I often did when I was not your sister, and I beg your pardon for it.”
“Don’t let us come to that, Rosa; or I shall want more pardoning than I like to think of.”
“No, indeed, Eddy; you are too hard, my generous boy, upon yourself. Let us sit down, brother, on these ruins, and let me tell you how it was with us. I think I know, for I have considered about it very much since you were here, last time. You liked me, didn’t you? You thought I was a nice little thing?”
“Everybody thinks that, Rosa.”
“Do they?” She knitted her brow musingly for a moment, and then