"You're not?" The boy stared at her incredulously. "Why, you're a girl! They all do it."
"Nonsense! I don't kiss boys."
"Not even if they are Infant Prodigies?"
"No; not even then," she returned. "I never heard of anything so absurd in my life."
"You haven't, eh? Let me tell you that I have. Wait! you'll be as bad as the rest of them."
He began to play again, watching her with curious half-shut eyes to note the effect. Nocturnes, obligatos, and finally the wonderful music of Chopin, followed in quick succession. The girl did not move, but sat like one entranced. All at once he paused, and bent toward her with an inviting smile.
"Now," he said in a winsome voice.
Bee did not stir, but gazed at him uncomprehendingly, too much absorbed to realize what he meant.
"Now," he repeated commandingly.
The girl roused herself.