“Let that satisfy your friends then.”
“No! I want to apologize. Sit down, co'nnle.”
“But, Miss Sally”—
“Sit down, quick!”
He did so, seating himself sideways on the bank. Miss Sally stood beside him.
“Take off yo' hat, sir.”
He obeyed smilingly. Miss Sally suddenly slipped behind him. He felt the soft touch of her small hands on his shoulders; warm breath stirred the roots of his hair, and then—the light pressure on his scalp of what seemed the lips of a child.
He leaped to his feet, yet before he could turn completely round—a difficulty the young lady had evidently calculated upon—he was too late! The floating draperies of the artful and shameless Miss Sally were already disappearing among the tombs in the direction of the hollow.