I was very angry at that and strode on with black looks, whereupon she edged up to me and said, softly: “Don’t be sore with me, don’t.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Let’s kiss and be friends,” she whispered.
For the first time in my life I blushed furiously.
“You beast,” I said, “to think that men would kiss!”
She gave me a sounding smack on the shoulder and I turned on her furiously.
“Oh, yes!” she cried, “hit out at me, do! It’s like you.”
“I won’t touch you!” I said. “But I won’t have anything more to do with you,” and I strode on, fuming. She followed after me and presently I heard her crying again. At this my anger evaporated and I turned round once more.
“Come on,” I said, “if you want to, and keep a civil tongue in your head.”
Presently we were walking together again.