—Can you see this? I was as fresh and ruddy as a maple blossom!...
She was hard, she was intact. Her husband took her to a little house on the best street: three squares away was the Luve Mansion which one day should be his. “This is our home. It’s small dear. But so are you small. We’ll live here till our love bursts it.”
He was tall and thin, yet he gave the air of softness. His big black eyes being soft, his delicate hair that lay thinning on the transparent tinge of his brow gave his sapling body the air of holding a softness. He had small dimpled hands tapering to fingers with which to hold her who was hard and intact.
“O I love it!”
She did not love the hard Luve Mansion, her own home had been prim and small, her hardness needed tender and small things of the world.
“O I love it, Harry! I’m glad it’s no larger. O—what a kitchen! Can’t I do for you right snug in that gem of a kitchen.”
“No, sweet, not that. Mammy Sue comes along. I can’t say No to Mammy. I can’t begin now saying No ... when I’m married. She’s been waiting’, fixin’ for that. She’s been totin’ me from a baby just for that. You’ll surrender, Honey! She loves you for making me surrender ... to her.”
“And I bake such biscuits.”
“You may ... when Mammy’s not looking.”
She made him sit down. “You’re so high!” She clapped her hands. Sharp, she kissed his hair, his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Sharp kisses. Each finger tip she kissed. “O—O you!” She opened his waistcoat, she opened one button of his shirt. A sharp kiss on his chest. She leaped away, clapped her hands.