Miss Ruth laughed. “Oh, I’ll do my best,” she declared.
Phœbe shook her head at her. “I’m not joking,” she said earnestly. “You know you are pretty.”
“Oh, give me a kiss!” cried Miss Ruth, laughing again, and leaning to catch at the blue smock.
But Phœbe backed away. “No,” she said firmly, “it’s too soon——”
“Too soon?” Miss Ruth was puzzled.
“Yes. You see this has to be done in a certain way.”
“Oh.”
“Right now, a kiss would be turning everything upside down.” Phœbe was very much in earnest.
“Well! Well!” Miss Ruth tried to look properly impressed.
“Next,” continued Phœbe, “I come close to you, and I look at you, showing that I love you.”