'What's made ye unhappy?' she coldly inquired.
'You !'
'Dear me!'—ironically.
'Ay, jist dear you!' And with these words he caught her round the shoulders and kissed her.
Breathless and rather ruffled she exclaimed, 'If ye dae that again,
I'll——'
He did it again.
'Ye're gettin' terrible forward,' she said, half angry, half amused.
'High time!'
She regarded him with amazement.
Suddenly he said: 'Ye're as much mines as I'm yours. Deny it, if ye can.'