"Oh, I can cook and sew and make beds and wash dishes...."
They sauntered on, without noticing where they were going, till they
came to a dell, where in the shade of an elm there was a seat, and
another near a heart-shaped clump of lilacs, all in bloom. They sat in
the shade of the elm. They were practical young lovers, and yet they
were young lovers. They were lovers for whom there had never been any
lovers but themselves. The wonderful thing was that each felt what the
other felt; the discoveries by which they had come to the knowledge of
this fact were the first that had ever been made.
"Oh, Tom, do you feel like that? Why, that's just the way I feel."
"Is it, Hildred? Well, it shows we were made for each other, doesn't
it, because I never thought that anyone felt like that but me?"
"Well, no one ever did but me. Only Tom, dear, tell me when it was that
you first began to fall in love with me."
"It was the night--a winter's night--five, six, seven years ago--when I
found Guy in a mix-up with a lot of hoodlums in the snow."
"And you brought him home. That was the first time you ever saw me."
"Yes, it was the first time I ever saw you that I began...."
"And I began then, too. Since that evening, there's never been anybody
else. Oh, Tom, was there ever anybody else with you?"