I couldn't have come else."
"It doesn't really make much difference, I suppose," said Jerry dubiously.
"What doesn't?"
"Whether I ask you or whether you just come."
"I wouldn't have come if you hadn't."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I was just passing this way and I saw you sitting here. I hadn't the slightest intention of coming in. Of course, when you invited me, that made things different."
He laughed and motioned to a rock upon which she sank.
"Tell me," he said, "how you happen to be up here in the mountains alone. You don't belong around here. You didn't know about the wall, or about me, did you?"
"Of course not; not yesterday. But I do now. I asked last night."
"Who did you ask?"
"The people I'm staying with."
"And what did they tell you?"
"They weren't very polite. It doesn't do to ignore one's neighbors. They said you were a freak."
"What's a freak?"
"Something strange, unnatural."
"And do you think I'm strange or unnatural?" he asked soberly.
She looked at him and laughed.
"Unnatural! If nature is unnatural."
"What else do they say?" Jerry asked after a thoughtful pause.
"That your precious Roger is a dealer in magic and spells; that you've already learned flying on a broomstick and practice it on nights when the moon is full; that you're hideously ugly; that you're wonderfully beautiful; that you live in a tree; that you sleep in a coffin; that you're digging for gold; that you've found the recipe for diamonds; that you've—"
"Now you're making fun of me," he laughed as she paused for lack of breath.
"I'm not. If there's anything that you are or aren't that I haven't heard, I can't imagine what it is. In other words, Jerry, you're the mystery of the county. Aren't you glad?"
"Glad? Of course not. It's all such utter rot."
"Of course. But doesn't it make you feel mysterious?"
"Not a bit."
"Doesn't it ever occur to you how important a person you are?"
"How—important?"
"To begin with, of course, you're fabulously wealthy. You knew that, didn't you?"
"Oh, I suppose I've got some money, but I don't let it worry me."
"Do you know how much?"
"No, I haven't the slightest idea."
"Not that you've got millions—millions!"
"If my millions are as impalpable as my broomstick they won't hurt me much," he laughed. And then soberly: "Say, Una, you seem to know a lot more about me than I know about myself."
"I think I do," she returned. "For instance, of course, you couldn't guess that half the match-making mammas of the county are already setting their caps for you."
He looked bewildered at that, I'm sure.
"Do you know," he said, "that I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."
"Of course," she laughed. "I forgot. They want to marry you to their daughters."
"Marry! Me! You're joking."
I think he must have seemed really alarmed.
"I'm not. The fat, the small, the lean and the tall. They're all after you. The moment you poke your nose outside the gate next year, they're all going to pounce on you and try to carry you off."
"But I can't marry them all," he said aghast. "Besides I don't want to marry anybody. And I'm not going to."
She couldn't restrain herself now and burst into wild peals of merriment, while Jerry watched her, uncertain whether to be angry or amused. At last he decided to smile.
"You seem to have a lot of fun with me, Una, don't you?"
"I don't mean to. But the picture of you trying to escape the engulfing flood of mammas is too much. I've got to laugh, Jerry. I can't help it."
"Laugh, then. I don't think it's so funny, though."
"But it is. Because I'm sure you'd be too polite to refuse them—any of them."
"Polite! I won't be polite. Just because I'm nice to you isn't any sign. I—I'll send 'em all packing. You'll see."
"Oh, you're brave enough now, but wait—wait!" She bent over, clasping her knees, still shaking with merriment.
"Why, Jerry, you couldn't be impolite to a woman any more than you could fly. You'd do just whatever she said."
"I wouldn't. They're idiots, the lot of 'em. What's the use? What do girls want to get married for, anyway?"
She glanced up at him quickly. Then at the glimpse she had of Jerry's sober profile her wide gaze dulled and then sought the earth before her. It was true then what she believed of him. A child—this gorgeous creature that shaved its face!
"I suppose it's because they—they haven't anything else to do," she stammered.
"There's plenty for every woman to do without marrying, or there ought to be. They can work like men, or clean their houses, or raise their children."
At this point the girl was seized with a sudden fit of coughing and her face was purple.
"What's the matter?"
"I—I just swallowed the wrong way," she gasped.
"Here, I'll pat you on the back. All right now?"
"Y-yes, better, thanks." But she held her fingers before her eyes and still struggled for breath. In a moment when she raised her head, there were traces of a smile, but she was quite composed.
"Then you—you don't believe in marriage as an institution?" she asked with some hesitation.
"No. I can't see the use of it. We're all animals like the wild folk, the beasts of the field, the birds. They get along all right."
"Birds mate, don't they?" she put in.
"Oh, yes, but they don't need a minister to mate 'em. They just hop about together a bit and then start their nest. It's simple as rolling off a log."
"That's what humans do, as you say; they just hop about a bit and then get married."
"But marriage doesn't make 'em any happier, does it? I'm sure I wouldn't want to be tied down to one woman as long as I lived. Suppose I changed my mind or suppose she did."
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