"I don't know," said Ruth, in a low tone; "you haven't asked me to marry
you."
"Do you want me to?"
"It's time, isn't it?"
Winfield bent over and whispered to her.
"I must think about it," said Ruth, very gravely, "it's so sudden."
"Oh, you sweet girl," he laughed, "aren't you going to give me any
encouragement?"
"You've had some."
"I want another," he answered, purposely misunderstanding her, "and
besides, it's dark now."
The sweet-scented twilight still lingered on the hillside, and a star or
two gleamed through the open spaces above. A moment later, Ruth, in her
turn, whispered to him. It was only a word or two, but the bright-eyed
robins who were peeping at them from the maple branches must have
observed that it was highly satisfactory.