And she must have believed him, for she
brought his cheek down to hers with such a sigh of content,
though she said, "But are we at all suited to each other?"
"Probably not," Heyl answered, briskly. "That's why we're
going to be so terrifically happy. Some day I'll be passing
the Singer building, and I'll glance up at it and think how
pitiful it would look next to Long's Peak. And then I'll be
off, probably, to these mountains "
"Or some day," Fanny returned, "we'll be up here, and I'll
remember, suddenly, how Fifth Avenue looks on a bright
afternoon between four and five. And I'll be off, probably,
to the Grand Central station."
And then began one of those beautiful and foolish
conversations which all lovers have whose love has been a
sure and steady growth. Thus: "When did you first begin to
care," etc. And, "That day we spent at the dunes, and you
said so and so, did you mean this and that?"
Albert Edward Cobbins announced his approach by terrific
stampings and scufflings, ostensibly for the purpose of
ridding his boots of snow.
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