Shecreptacrosstohim，drawingherstoolafterher。\"Whendidyoufirstbegintofeellikethis，Bartley？\"
\"Aftertheveryfirst。Thefirstwas——
sortofinplay，wasn’tit？\"
Hilda’sfacequivered，butshewhispered：
\"Yes，Ithinkitmusthavebeen。Butwhydidn’tyoutellmewhenyouwerehereinthesummer？\"