“Geoffrey! you’re dreadful!” she exclaimed, half smothered. “My hair, dear,—do be careful!”

“I’ll be good—if you will kiss me again!” he said.

“But you’re not asleep,” she objected.

“That’s why I want it.”

“And you will promise—not to kiss me again?”

“For half an hour.”

“Honest?”

“Honest.”

She looked up at him tantalizingly, her red lips parted, her bosom fluttering below.

“If it’s worth coming half way for, sweetheart—you may,” she said....