<p>"Good morning!" The voice was cheery, insistent. It brought the young girl on the porch above to the white wooden rail about its edge.<br><br>"Good morning!" she called back lightly.<br><br>"Beautiful day!" persisted the young man saying inanely the first words he could think of for the sole purpose of keeping her there in sight.<br><br>"Lovely!" cried the girl enthusiastically, leaning a little further over the rail. A vine, which had climbed...