“Ain't yer never seen it before? That's the Perth River,” said Bill Grey scornfully.
“No, I come from the Coast.”
They stuck their heads out of the window side by side so that their cheeks touched.
“Gee, there's some skirts,” said Bill Grey. The train jolted to a stop. Two untidy red-haired girls were standing beside the track waving their hands.
“Give us a kiss,” cried Bill Grey.
“Sure,” said a girl,—“anythin' fer one of our boys.”
She stood on tiptoe and Grey leaned far out of the window, just managing to reach the girl's forehead.
Fuselli felt a flush of desire all over him.
“Hol' onter my belt,” he said. “I'll kiss her right.”
He leaned far out, and, throwing his arms around the girl's pink gingham shoulders, lifted her off the ground and kissed her furiously on the lips.