"You will break my heart yet," said Mrs. Harford.
"Never," said her son, lifting her into the air.
"Don't be so absurd; let me down!" the little lady cried.
"Not till you've withdrawn that abominable remark about breaking your heart."
"Very well then—but only under pressure."
"And not till you've kissed me like a loving and thoroughly approving mother."
"I can't do that."
"Well, kiss me anyway," said Jack, holding her still higher.
And she did. Mothers (bless them) can be very weak.