She sobered.
Some how or other, I got hold of her hand—’twas a pretty hand! I kissed it.
“Don’t be silly;” and she gave me a cuff that made me see stars.
“Fanny, I”—
She looked softly at me.
“Dearest Fanny, I”—
She pouted.
“I—I”—
She blushed.
“I—love you.”