Fanny—I don’t know.
Bennett—Will he return soon?
Fanny—I guess not.
Bennett—Then come and sit in my lap.
Fanny—I will. (She bounds to Bennett’s knees.)
Bennett—Now kiss me.
Fanny—There! (Smack! smack! smack! and the last on his lips.)
Bennett—O! how sweet!
Fanny (archly)—You don’t say!
Bennett—Yes, I do.