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A change in our spirit again. A fresh desire to romp.
"Let's play just as if we were children, too."
"Tag! You're _it_!" and I touched her arm and ran. She ran after me in
that curious loping fashion peculiar to women. I turned and wound like a
hare. She stopped, breathless. "That's no fair!" she cried, "you're
running too fast."
"Well, then, I'll almost stand still, then see if you can catch me!"
She made at me, shouting, her face flushed with the exercise. I ducked
and swerved and doubled.
"You're quite quick and strong," she exclaimed, admiringly, as I caught
her by the shoulders.
I stooped over, hunching my back.
"Come on, play leap-frog," I invited. She hesitated, gave a run at me,
put both hands on my back, but caught her left leg on my neck. We
collapsed in a laughing heap, she on top of me.
Slowly we disentangled ourselves. I reached a hand and helped her up.
"I'm no good at that, either ... let's stop playing ... I'm tired."
We caught sight of a little man crossing a field, trotting like a dog
out hunting on his own. He looked back twice as he went.
"--wonder if he saw us?"
"--perhaps--but what matter if he did?"
"Then I hope he's not a fellow Edenite. You have no idea what an
undercurrent of gossip runs in this place."
We sank down together on a small knoll under the low-spreading branches
of a live oak.
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