"Kiss me!"
Alayā did not know it was wrong. "The sahib was lovely, and no one had ever noticed her so before."
"Kiss me!" repeated the enamoured tar.
With a startled face, and quickly gazing round to make sure that no one was looking, the beautiful girl stooped forward, laid her soft lips upon those of the delighted sailor, and gave him a tender loving kiss; then, like a timid fawn, drew back and trembled with fear of discovery.
At this moment her master awoke.
After a yawn and stretch, Oldcrackle turned to his guest, but finding him to all appearance asleep, he ordered Alayā to wake him.
When that difficult matter was accomplished, for the sailor pretended to be very fast asleep indeed, the merchant asked him "how he had enjoyed his forty winks."
"I thought I was in Mayhomed's Parodice," replied Jerry, winking at the now placid Alayā; "and I would werry much rather never to have left again."
"You sly dog!" said the other, and added sotto voce, "A married man, and talk so."