"Oh, no! we must go on," she murmured.

"They won't move for an hour yet," he answered, and then he
suddenly broke out:

"How--how funny it is! I hardly remembered you, you know."

"Oh, but I remembered you, a pretty little boy;" and she looked
up at his face, half a foot above her. Mere stature has much
effect and the little boy stage seemed very far away. And he
knew that it did, for he put out his hand to take hers. She drew
back.

"No," she said.

Harry blushed. She took hold of the gate and he, yielding his
place, let her pass through. For a minute or two they walked on
in silence.

"Oh, how silly you are!" she cried then, beginning with a laugh
and ending with a strange catch in her throat. "Why, you're
only just out of knickerbockers!"

"I don't care, I don't care, Hilda----"

"Hush, hush! Oh, indeed, you must be quiet! See, we are nearly
home."

He seized her hand, not to be quelled this time, and, bending low