There, link your arm in my arm—so.
She: I didn’t think you were so silly:
Walk up—it’s chilly.
He: O, since in life there’s little bliss,
And most of it lies in a kiss—
Don’t turn those cruel lips away,
But just one moment, Maggie, stay!
...
Lor! here’s the blessed street. Oh! why....
She: You foolish lad, don’t ask. Good-bye!