Polly Currier murmured:
“Why, what do you mean?—what are you doing?”
Pete murmured:
“What a question!—I'm trying to kiss you.”
“Let me go!—you're mussing my dress! You can't kiss me—let me go!”
Pete murmured:
“Not till you let me kiss you!”
Polly Currier murmured:
“I suppose that's the way you talk to all the girls!—I know you college men!”
Pete murmured, a whole world of reproach in one word: