“So would I,” was the prompt reply. “I reckon I’d rather. She isn’t half so cold. Wheedle? Hum. Wouldn’t it be funny if I could? I’ll think about it. But if she were as cuddable as you it would be—de-li-cious,” she ended with a bear hug.
“Here’s Queen to announce tea. Come along you artful huzzy. I never have an atom of justice or logic in me when I talk to you.”
Nevertheless, he kissed her very tenderly as he untwined her circling arms. The past two months had been very lonely ones for him without her.
“Will you try to make Miss Woodhull let us see each other?” she begged.
“I’ll think about it. I’ll think about it. And do you do some thinking too lest you disgrace Woodbine.
“I’m going to think. Hard,” she added, as together they entered the cheerful dining room.