“It wasn’t clean.”
“I think I am going to kiss you.”
“Ralph!”
“It is coming on. About the time that the bishop gets here, I shall lean over and—”
She eyes me, and sees determination in my face. She changes color.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Wouldn’t I!”
She rises hastily, and stands looking down at me. I am quite sure at that moment that she detests me, and I rather like it. There are always times when we detest the people we love.
“If you are going to be arbitrary just because you can—”
“Yes?”