“The sweetest thing——”
“Wish I may die if you ain't!” said Johnny fervently.
He made great haste with the towel, then he stepped close to the window. His mop of black curls was raised toward the yellow head, there was a soft sound and Mr. Severance seemed greatly cheered and refreshed by something.
“Mollie, you got the sweetest lips to kiss,—honest you have,” he said.
The girl laughed shyly.
“You always say that.”
“You want I should aways tell you the truth, don't you?” he demanded, his arm about her shoulders.
“Can't you say something different?” asked Mollie, puckering her brows and then dimpling at him.
“What's the use of trying? You bet you I don't want to think no different,” and Johnny looked at her with adoring eyes, their faces very close together. Finally he released her. “Any news, Mollie?” he asked.
“The gentleman that's bought the Pay Streak over at Alvarado was here for lunch. He come in a big touring-car with his wife and baby, and its nurse. They seemed awful nice people, Johnny.”