“Do I?”
“And, look, I can kiss you through your hair,” and he drew a thin curl across her mouth and laid his upon it, moving his lips slightly up and down till he had drawn the hair into their mouths and their lips could meet.
“But you did it on purpose, I’m sure you did. It couldn’t have happened like that of its own, all of a sudden.”
“Well, what if it didn’t! You look simply ripping.”
She laughed happily, hiding her face upon his shoulder.
“It’s very wrong of you, though.”
“What! wrong to make you look pretty!”
And she could not refrain from kissing him.
“What would mother say?”
“She’s out.”