"I haven't."
"Neither have I."
Whereupon they felt better acquainted, and laughed socially; then he kissed her, and slipped her hand through his arm.
"You're not sorry you told me to come, are you?"
"Not a bit. Are you sorry you came?"
"Not a bit. You're altogether lovely and charming, my dear, and may I tell you how much I love you?"
"I guess you'd better not. I'll have to get a little better acquainted with you first, you've gone and grown so big and handsome, and all that," answered Kat, feeling more comfortable, and looking up at him with some of the old saucy twinkle in her eyes.
"Bless those eyes," he exclaimed, with every symptom of telling the forbidden fact. "I must tell you, dear, that you have grown lovely."
"You told me that once."
"Don't you like to hear it?"