A man that let women knock each other down to kiss him! Missy
had ideals about kissing. She had never been kissed by any one but
her immediate relatives and some of her girl friends, but she had
her dreams of kisses--kisses such as the poets wrote about. Kissing
was something fine, beautiful, sacred! As sacred as getting married.
But there was nothing sacred about kissing whole bunches of people
who knocked each other down--people you didn't even know. Missy felt
a surge of revulsion against this Dobson who could so profane a holy
thing.
"I think it's disgusting," she said.
At the unexpected harshness of her tone Raymond glanced at her in
some surprise.
"And they call him a hero!" she went on scathingly. "Oh, I guess
he's all right," replied Raymond, who was secretly much impressed by
the dash of Dobson. "It's just that women make fools of themselves
over him."
"You mean he makes a fool of himself! I think he's disgusting. I
wouldn't go to hear him speak for worlds!"
Raymond wisely changed the subject. And Missy soon enough forgot the
disgusting Dobson in the press of nearer trials.
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