"Don't you think I deserve that kiss?" urged Bunny softly. "I've been awfully patient."
She lifted her lips with a gesture of submission, saying no word.
"Oh, not like that!" he said gently. "Not if you'd rather not, dear."
She caught her breath sharply; it was almost a sob. Then she opened her eyes wide and laughed.
"Oh, you great big silly!" she said. "You're easier to draw than anyone I ever met!"
His arms clasped her. He drew her close. "My own little butterfly girl!" he said, and kissed her very tenderly. "I've caught you at last—at last."
She laid her head against his neck, and stood so, quivering a little and silent.
"You're tired," he said. "I'll give you a lift towards home. Folly will carry you all right."
She uttered a tremulous laugh, and lifting her face she kissed him of her own accord.
"You're—awful good to me, Bunny dear," she said. "P'raps—p'raps I'll be engaged to you soon."