"Is that what you call me?"
"Your mouth, my dear. Alluring is no name for it. Temptation? Aye, that it is. Twin ribbons of rosy temptation, or I 'm no Irishman."
"We won't dwell upon that subject," announced Bessie.
"If I were a honey-bee, I 'd live and die there," said Moore, sincerely.
"Where?" asked the girl.
"On the subject, if I were a honey-bee."
"The subject is closed," she answered, compressing her lips in anything but an amiable expression.
"I don't like it so well that way."
"How you like it does not interest me at all, sir."
"Now I wish to speak to you seriously," said Moore with becoming gravity. "Please give me your attention."