"I will if you like!" she said. "I should think no more of kissing you than of kissing Cupid!"
He drew back with a gesture of annoyance.
"I wouldn't be kissed at all that way," he said, hotly.
"Why not?"
"Because it's not the right way. A bird is not a man!"
She laughed merrily.
"Nor a man a bird, though he may have a bird's name!" she said. "Oh,
Robin, how clever you are!"
He leaned closer.
"Let Cupid go!" he pleaded,—"I want to ride home on the last load with you alone."
Another little peal of laughter escaped her.