A loose strand of the girl's hair blew across his cheek, and in the moon
her head shone with gold. She had light-brown hair and gray eyes and a
short upper lip like a curled rose-leaf. He set her down on the veranda
steps. Both of them laughed wildly.
"But you came with me!" she gasped triumphantly.
"I always thought you were tall," he answered; and there was afterward a
time when he had to agree that this was a somewhat vague reply.