She looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes which made her bewitching.
"I don't see that it's very different from not being engaged," she said.
"It will be if you keep on looking so pretty," he declared. "I shall kiss you right here in the street, and that would make folks talk."
The color came into her cheeks in a way that made her more charming still.
"Now you color," Jack went on, regarding her with a teasing coolness, "you are prettier yet. Gad! I shall have to kiss you!"
His horses shied at something at that instant, and he was forced to attend to them, so that May had a moment's respite in which to gather up her wits. When he looked back, she took the aggressive.
"It is horrid in you to talk that way," she remarked. "Besides, you said that I needn't kiss you until I wanted to."
"Well, I didn't promise not to kiss you, did I?"
"How silly you are to-day!" she exclaimed. "Isn't there anything better to talk about than kissing?"
Jack regarded her with a grin; a grin in which, it must be confessed, there was something of the look with which a boy watches a kitten he is teasing.