Mrs. Jones walked toward the dining-room, pausing half-way across the room.
"Bill," she said, glancing down at the floor, "would you kiss me?"
Bill gaped at her in surprise.
"Yes," he said, slowly walking to her. Mrs. Jones saw his hesitation, and, realizing the humor of the situation, laughed heartily.
"Oh, never mind, Bill! You can kiss me later."
"Now, mother, I was going to." He grinned and followed her to the door, but she was through it before he could reach her. He stood still and was about to reopen the door when Marvin burst in, out of breath, but a new radiance in his eyes.
"Why, John," Bill remarked, "I thought you were going over to the cabin!"
"Well, I was," said Marvin. "But I heard about Lem and Mrs. Davis being married, and I knew that everybody would be over there having a good time. I didn't mean to be out of it. Where's your wife?"
"Oh, she's all right. She's cooking supper," Bill replied.
Marvin hesitated a moment. He went to a window and looked out; then he came back, putting his arm through Bill's.