nder her arm. Fleur looked straight
before her and chanted:
"Jon, Jon, the farmer's son, Stole a pig, and away he run!"
Jon's arm crept round her waist.
"This is rather sudden," said Fleur calmly; "do you often do it?"
Jon dropped his arm. But when she laughed his arm stole back again; and
Fleur began to sing:
"O who will oer the downs so free, O who will with me ride? O who will
up and follow me---"
"Sing, Jon!"
Jon sang. The larks joined in, sheep-bells, and an early morning church
far away over in Steyning. They went on from tune to tune, till Fleur
said:
"My God! I am hungry now!"
"Oh! I am sorry!"
She looked round into his face.
"Jon, you're rather a darling."
And she pressed his hand against her waist. Jon almost reeled from
happiness. A yellow-and-white dog coursing a hare startled them apart.
They watched the two vanish down the slope, till Fleur said with a sigh:
"He'll never catch it, thank goodness! What's the time? Mine's stopped.
I never wound it."
Jon looked at his watch. "By Jove!" he said, "mine's stopped; too."
They walked on again, but only hand in hand.
"If the grass is dry," said Fleur, "let's sit down for half a minute."
Jon took off his coat, and they shared it.
"Smell! Actually wild thyme!"
With his arm round her waist again, they sat some minutes in silence.
"We are goats!" cried Fleur, jumping up; "we shall be most fearfully
late, and look so silly, and put them on their guard. Look here, Jon We
only came out to get an appetite for breakfast, and lost our way. See?"
"Yes," said Jon.
"It's serious; there'll be a stopper put on us. Are you a good liar?"
"I believe not very; but I can try."
Fleur frowned.
"You know," she said, "I realize that they don't mean us to be friends."
"Why not?"
"I told you why."
"But that's silly."
"Yes; but you don't know my father!"
"I suppose he's fearfully fond of you."
"You see, I'm an only child. And so are you--of your mother. Isn't it
a bore? There's so much expected of one. By the time they've done
expecting, one's as good as dead."
"Yes," muttered Jon, "life's beastly short. One wants to live forever,
and know everything."
"And love everybody?"
"No," cried Jon; "I only want to love once--you."
"Indeed! You're coming on! Oh! Look! There's the chalk-pit; we can't be
very far now. Let's run."
Jon followed, wondering fearfully if he had offended her.
The chalk-pit was full of sunsh
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