"Yes, Johnnie, you may kiss me"....
"Why, you dear child, you ... you kiss just like a small boy ..." in a lower voice, "can it be possible that you, with all your tramping, your knowledge of life in books, of people?—"
I bent my head, ashamed, silently acknowledging my inexperience of women.
"No, it's nothing to be ashamed of, dearest boy ... I think you are a fine man—to have gone through what you have—and still—"
Her voice trailed off. She put her arm around my neck, drew me to her, and kissed me!
As we sat close together, a brooding silence. Then, with a transition of thought to the practical, she remarked....
"I'm angry with these people ... they over-charge for everything."
"Just think of it—I—I feel I may speak of it to you ... we seem to have come so near to each other to-night—"
"They brought my laundry back yesterday, and for one piece of silk lingerie I was charged—guess?"