Without a word, she bounded up and flitted off like a brown bird, gleaming dull-golden in the sun, glancing in and out among the trees, till she paused above a tiny black pool, and then came tripping and swaying back with hands held cupwise and dripping with cool water.
‚ÄúDrink,‚Äù she cried. Obediently he bent over the little hands that seemed so soft and thin. He took a deep draught; and then to drain the last drop, his hands touched hers and the shock of flesh first meeting flesh startled them both, while the water rained through. A moment their eyes looked deep into each other‚Äôs‚ÅÝ‚Äîa timid, startled gleam in hers; a wonder in his. Then she said dreamily:
‚ÄúWe‚Äôse known us all our lives, and‚ÅÝ‚Äîbefore, ain‚Äôt we?‚Äù
He hesitated.
‚ÄúYe‚ÅÝ‚Äîes‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI reckon,‚Äù he slowly returned. And then, brightening, he asked gayly: ‚ÄúAnd we‚Äôll be friends always, won‚Äôt we?‚Äù
“Yes,” she said at last, slowly and solemnly, and another brief moment they stood still.
Then the mischief danced in her eyes, and a song bubbled on her lips. She hopped to the tree.
‚ÄúCome‚ÅÝ‚Äîeat!‚Äù she cried. And they nestled together amid the big black roots of the oak, laughing and talking while they ate.
“What’s over there?” he asked pointing northward.
“Cresswell’s big house.”
“And yonder to the west?”
“The school.”