“Kiss me, Dannie,” she whispered.
“And there is no God,” says I, “between us?”
“There is no God,” she answered, “against us.”
I kissed her.
“You’ll do it again, will you not?” says she.
“I’ll kiss your sweet tears,” says I. “I’ll kiss un away.”
“Then kiss my tears.”
I kissed them away.
“That’s good,” says she; “that’s very good. An’ now?”
“I’ll speak with my uncle,” says I, “as you knowed I would.”