“What?”
“A kiss, dear!”
“A kiss?”
He took it before arguing further. “That’s all right,” he justified, as he took another. “No one’s about, Bobs! You kissed me that second time!”
“I did the first time, too!”
“Like that? Of course; but how could you have expected me to believe anything more than I was kissing you?”
“Andy!” She was held tight in his arms. “What do you and I mean?”
“I don’t know except that we mean it together.”
“What?”
“To get married, I guess; don’t we?”