`` How good of you to bring me these ! They are more refreshing than oceans of tea . You know what I like , Jack ; thank you very much '' cried Kitty , sniffing at her roses with grateful rapture . `` And you know what I like , '' returned Jack , with an approving glance at the altered figure before him . `` I 'll never do so any more , '' murmured Kitty , wondering why she felt bashful all of a sudden , when it was only cousin Jack . `` Now put on your gloves , dear , and come out and hear the music : your train does n't go for two hours yet , and you must n't mope here all that time , '' said Jack , offering his second gift . `` How did you know my size ? '' asked Kitty , putting on the gloves in a hurry ; for though Jack had called her `` dear '' for years , the little word had a new sound to-night . `` I guessed , -- no , I did n't , I had the old ones with me ; they are no good now , are they ? '' and too honest to lie , Jack tried to speak carelessly , though he turned red in the dusk , well knowing that the dirty little gloves were folded away in his left breast-pocket at that identical moment . `` Oh , dear , no ! these fit nicely . I 'm ready , if you do n't mind going with such a fright , '' said Kitty , forgetting her dread of seeing people in her desire to get away from that room , because for the first time in her life she was n't at ease with Jack . `` I think I like the little gray moth better than the fine butterfly , '' returned Jack , who , in spite of his invitation , seemed to find `` moping '' rather pleasant . `` You are a rainy-day friend , and he is n't , '' said Kitty , softly , as she drew him away . Jack 's only answer was to lay his hand on the little white glove resting so confidingly on his arm , and , keeping it there , they roamed away into the summer twilight . Something had happened to the evening and the place , for both seemed suddenly endowed with uncommon beauty and interest . The dingy old houses might have been fairy palaces , for anything they saw to the contrary ; the dusty walks , the trampled grass , were regular Elysian fields to them , and the music was the music of the spheres , though they found themselves `` Right in the middle of the boom , jing , jing . '' For both had made a little discovery , -- no , not a little one , the greatest and sweetest man and woman can make . In the sharp twinge of jealousy which the sight of Kitty 's flirtation with Fletcher gave him , and the delight he found in her after conduct , Jack discovered how much he loved her .
In the shame , gratitude , and half sweet , half bitter emotion that filled her heart , Kitty felt that to her Jack would never be `` only cousin XXXXX '' any more .
Fletcher Jack Kitty breast-pocket evening hours jing second to-night twilight