Manchurian Books

"
Missy knew the "paper-flower box." It was a big hat-box,
appropriately covered with pink-posied paper--a quaintly beautiful
box.
In the house, passing the parlour door, she tip-toed, scarcely
knowing why. There was now utter silence in the parlour--why were
they so still? Perhaps they had gone out somewhere. Without any
definite plan, but still tip-toeing in the manner she and grandma
had approached to overhear the law-suit, she moved toward the
partly-closed door. Through the crevice they were out of vision, but
she could hear a subdued murmur--they were in there after all!
Missy, too interested to be really conscious of her act, strained
her ears.
Polly Currier murmured:
"Why, what do you mean?--what are you doing?"
Pete murmured:
"What a question!--I'm trying to kiss you."
"Let me go!--you're mussing my dress! You can't kiss me--let me go!"
Pete murmured:
"Not till you let me kiss you!"
Polly Currier murmured:
"I suppose that's the way you talk to all the girls!--I know you
college men!"
Pete murmured, a whole world of reproach in one word:
"Polly.


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