His cheek hardly felt her pressure.
"It's the way a ghost would kiss," he said.
"That's how I shall haunt you when I'm dead."
"Nay, we'll have to die together."
She wrinkled her face. "But we can't do that without a lot of practice."
"What? Oh!" Her jokes made him uneasy. "I must go on. Helen, I'll see you tonight."
"Yes, you'll see the ghost who gives the little kisses."
"Don't say it!"
"But it's nice to be a ghost, you feel so light and free. There isn't any flesh to be corrupted. I'm glad I thought of that, George. Good-bye."
"No. Come here again. Stand on my foot." He clinched her waist and kissed her on the mouth and let her drop. "You are no ghost," he said, and rode away.