WILD THINGS AND TAME
white lids drooping showed but a narrow gleam between black lashes. "You should see them at sunrise. The light comes through them then, and they look as if they were on fire."
He raised himself a little on his elbow the better to consider this surprising girl. "You know the place rather well, don't you?"
"Yes. I've been here often. The third week in May the moon rises over there when the sun sets over there. It's cold, but very pretty, pink on one side and silver on the other, and the trees always black."
"You are not afraid?"
"Of what? The moon?"
"No, being alone."
"I'd rather be alone than with most people."
He was amused. "You seem to like odd hours."
She turned this over, another of the things she had never reflected upon. "I think I do—don't you?"
"I believe I've never had the chance to find out. My mother, a most excellent lady, brought me up on schedule time—so many hours walk before breakfast, so many spoonfuls of porridge, and so forth. She had my father well in hand before I appeared on the scene, and I seem to remember that we both went to bed when she told us to."
The girl looked scarcely ready to believe he wasn't
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