"Do _you_ want us to go?"

"Oh, shoo! shoo!"

Laughing, they shoo'd.

Bob let them from earshot. "I want to say how sorry I am about Friday
night."

"I have forgotten all that."

"I want to know that you have forgiven me."

"I tell you I have forgotten it."

"That is not enough. You can't have forgotten it." He took a seat
beside her; repeated: "You can't have forgotten it. How can you have
forgotten a thing that only happened three days ago?"

"In the sense that I have wiped it out--I do not choose to remember
it."

"Well, I remember it. I cannot forget it. I behaved very badly. I want
to know that you forgive me."

She told him: "Yes, then--oh yes, yes." His persistence alarmed her,
set her again to flight among her apprehensions.

"Not when you say it like that."