"Oh, you haven't attempted any familiarities with her."
"No. I'd as soon try to pick up Juno and address that goddess as 'girlie.'"
We both laughed, sitting there side by side absorbing milk and tea-cakes.
"Now," said I, "the illusion would be complete if you wipe your mouth on your apron and I do a like office for myself on my sleeve."
She looked up at me and did it. So did I.
"What else?" she inquired.
"Now we'll kiss each other, Clelia, and then you'll go back to your pots and pans and I'll go out and hoe potatoes."
"Do you think you'd better kiss me?"
"Yes, I do," said I.
"I've never done it."