"Say it again," said Mary, snuggling closer.
"I meant it the first time, and I never repeat," he fumed uneasily.
"Oh, do—just to please me," she whispered.
"No, mam!—what I want is a kiss!"
"S'pose we kiss each other—dear?"
"All right here goes," and with that Updyke took her bodily into his arms and held her there until the moon lady looked down and laughed at them. And when all was said, and the gardens of their two hearts had been merged into one, Updyke suddenly recollected the seats he had engaged on the Swathmere roof.
"I am hungry, Mary. Shall we jog along back?" he asked meekly, as if taking orders for the first time in his life.
"I could stay here forever," said she, putting her lips up to be kissed.
"Let's get married to-night," suggested Updyke, his eyes aflame.