"I suppose," said the widow, beginning to toy with the fringe again, "that you've been asking girls to kiss you, all this time."
"Not all the time," protested the bachelor.
"And, of course," continued the widow maliciously, "they've all refused you."
"Not all," repeated the bachelor, pensively.
"What?" The widow glanced up quickly.
"Once," explained the bachelor apologetically, "I didn't have a bald spot."
"When a man asks for a kiss," pursued the widow, thoughtfully, "a girl HAS to refuse him; but when he takes it——"
"She has to take it, too," said the bachelor, chuckling.
"Would you mind," asked the widow, ignoring the last flippant bit of persiflage and picking up the violet envelope, "posting a letter for me?"