"As if anybody could quarrel with you, Anne," he said.
"Do you think I'll be so monotonous as that?" she retorted.
Her spunk delighted him beyond words. He whispered: "Anne, you're so gol-darned sweet if I don't get a chance to kiss you, I'll bust."
"Why, Ira—we're on the train."
"Da—darn the train! Who ever heard of a fellow proposing and getting engaged to a girl and not even kissing her."
"But our engagement is so short."
"Well, I'm not going to marry you till I get a kiss."
Perhaps innocent old Anne really believed this blood-curdling threat. It brought her instantly to terms, though she blushed: "But everybody's always looking."
"Come out on the observation platform."
"Oh, Ira, again?"