"Oh! dreadfully!"
"I'm glad of it."
"Then you don't love me?"
"I hate you!"
"I don't see why."
"I don't like to be hugged and kissed. I don't let anybody but papa and mamma do it, ever,—so, now!"
"But I'm your cousin, and you must love me. Won't you, please?" besought Cupid, with one eye open and a great tear on his nose.
"I'll see about it. I don't like crying boys," returned the hard-hearted damsel.
"Well, you made me; but I forgive you," and Cupid magnanimously put out his hand for a friendly shake. But Chow-chow was off like a startled deer, and vanished into the house, singing at the top of her voice a nursery rhyme to this effect,—
"And she bids you to come in,
With a dimple in your chin,
Billy boy, Billy boy."