“You did that? Why?”
“I didn’t do those things for votes for women I’d never seen. I—I did them because you made me so mad, and I wanted to show you I didn’t care a thing about you.”
“Why?”
“Because I did—and thought you didn’t really care for me.”
“But now?”
“I know.”
“Then give me another kiss, Bobs. I’ve loved you ever since I saw you over the garden gate and you dared me. Why did you do that?”
“Because I knew I was going to love you, I guess, and tried to deny it.”
He held her close a long time, and their kisses no longer could be counted. “Dear, what a dangerous thing is the mating impulse!”
“Yes; if you try to deny it.”