"I'm glad you're fond of me, Roger. I'm fond of you." Charley's voice was gentle.
Roger's hand tightened on the girl's. "You are very beautiful," he said, a little breathlessly. "Even with your face all dust, and in khaki, you are beautiful."
"I am glad," replied Charley with a smile that showed her white teeth.
Roger did not speak again for a long time, but he did not release Charley's hand until she said, "Roger, the storm is going down."
Then he rose and stood staring at her until, smiling again, she said, "If you'll push your friend Peter out of the spring, I'll see if I can get clean water for us."