"Oh, I am so sorry."
"Thank you kindly."
Kneeling down beside Moore, Bessie drew aside the handkerchief and kissed him soundly on the eye thus brought into view.
"Who did that?" demanded Moore, as though in doubt.
"I did," answered Bessie, boldly. "Is it better?"
"Yes," replied Moore, "but the other eye is full of soap. Cure that, too, like a darlin', Bessie."
"There," said the girl, decisively. "I don't believe it hurt you at all. You have made a fool of me."
Feeling himself detected, Moore abandoned his pretence of suffering.
"Well," he said, with a broad smile, "I am a kiss to the good at all events. Many thanks, Bessie."
"Tom, I am very angry with you."