they talked about it, and Thyrsis asked, "When did I propose to
you?"

"I don't think you ever proposed to me," she answered. "It just
came. It had to come--there was no other way."

"But when did I first kiss you?" he asked.

"I don't know even that," she said, and pondered.

"Did I kiss you that night when we sat on the hill?" he asked.

"I wouldn't have known it if you had," said Corydon. "It was as
natural for you to kiss me as it was for me to draw my breath."

Section 7. The moon was high when they went down the hill, and he
rowed her home. They were silent with the awe that was upon them.
They found the people at home in a panic, but they scarcely knew
this--and they scarcely troubled to explain.

Then Thyrsis went home, and spent half the night roaming about in
excitement. And early in the morning he was sitting on the edge of
his canvas-cot, whispering to himself again, "Corydon! Little
Corydon!"

He could not think of work that day, but set out to walk to the
village by the lonely mountain-road; and half-way there he met the
girl, coming in the other direction. There was a light of wonder in
her eyes; and also there was perplexity. For all that morning she
had been whispering to herself, "Thyrsis! Thyrsis!"