“What for?”
“Mutual service.”
“Oh!” dubiously.
“A woman’s ‘yes’!”
“No,” with affirmative answer in her eyes.
He believed the latter.
“We will seal the compact then.”
And he bent over and saluted Mistress Susan on the lips. She became as rosy as the flowers she carried and tapped him playfully with them.
“For shame! La! What must you think of me?”
“That you are an angel.”