She tried bold and bashful glances, turned her head a little and said
enigmatically "Just because."
"Just because what?"
"Just because."
He shook his head, but his ever-ready laugh came to his assistance.
"Then you're not sore?"
"No."
"Sure?"
"Of course."
"Even though--"
"Yes."
"Then you like to treat me this way just--"
"Sure."
"Why?"
"Just because!" she echoed and started to laugh.
He gave her an adoring glance and this time caught her hand. She tried
to pull it away, but his grip was too powerful. He squeezed her hand.
"Don't, don't!" she begged in pain.
He let go and smiled. She was not angry. Instead, she placed her hand on
his biceps. He raised his forearm and imprisoned her hand. "Oo-oo!" she
sighed in happy homage, and her eyes shone.