"Do. If I'd only a tuning fork, I'd give you the note—the high Q."
"When the brakeman comes, or the conductor, I will, I swear I will!"
"Won't the newsboy do? Don't eat me, try a banana."
I bought one from the newsboy for fifteen cents, half peeled it and held it to her lips.
"I won't touch it," she said, and bit. "I—"
"Bite, ruby lips, clutch hard, oh, pearls, and give your tongue a rest, 'cause you can't talk with your mouth full, greedy. To think that all your ancestors lived on nuts! Exit banana up center. And now with its tender inside skin I wipe the powder gently off thy nose."
"We'll be seen!" she pleaded.
"And envied. Don't I flirt nicely? Banana skin should be good to swab off rouge, but I think this must be a preparation of pig fat and brick dust, for it won't come off. I use cherry tooth paste, but then, I'm a brunette. And now, my dear, if you'll turn your nose half left, I don't mind kissing you."
"I dare you!"
"This way. Um. If I weren't so painfully shy, yes, you may tickle me."