"What is?" Ramsey asked.
"That first time we went walking. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, _that_ day? Yes, I remember it was snowing."
"And so cold and blowy!" she added. "It seems a long time ago. I like
walking with you, Ramsey. You're so quiet and solid--I've always felt
I could talk to you just anyhow I pleased, and you wouldn't mind. I'll
miss these walks with you when we're out of college."
He chuckled. "That's funny!"
"Why?"
"Because we've only taken four besides this: two last year, and another
week before last, and another last week. This is only the fifth."
"Good gracious! Is that all? It seemed to me we'd gone ever so often!"
She laughed. "I'm afraid you won't think that seems much as if I'd liked
going, but I really have. And, by the way, you've never called on me at
all. Perhaps it's because I've forgotten to ask you."
"Oh, no," Ramsey said, and scuffed his shoes on the path, presently
explaining rather huskily that he "never _was_ much of a caller"; and he
added, "or anything."
"Well, you must come if you ever care to," she said, with a big-sister
graciousness.
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