"It was under these lilacs," said I, "that I had my first hurt of you. You should heal that hurt now."
That confused her, and she blushed and swore to punish me for that fling; but I grinned at her.
"Come," said I, "heal me of my ancient wound as you dealt it me—with your lips!"
"I did not kiss Steve Watts!"
"But he kissed you. So do the like by me and I forgive you all."
"All?"
"Everything."
"Even what I have now done?"
"Even that."
"And you will not truss me up to chasten me when you go free? For it would shame me and I could not endure it."