After the horse-play, she put both arms round his neck and lay still.
“I want to know something,” said Doctor Woolley slowly.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t you know more than a good little girl ought to know?”
“What about?”
“About—life. About being kissed, for instance. I’m not the first, my girl, not by a long, long way. You’re the sort that begins early, I know.”
“You’ve a nerve!” Elsie ejaculated, not knowing what to say.
“Well, it’s true what I’m saying, isn’t it? I mean, you’ve let fellows kiss you?”
“Just boys, perhaps.”
“Hasn’t anyone taught you anything besides kissing, eh?”