He turned and seeing me, observed:
"Great Scott, Bab! Why the raiment?"
"For you," I said in a low tone.
"Well, it makes a hit with me all right," he said.
And came toward me.
When Jane Raleigh was first kissed by a member of the Other
Sex, while in a hammick, she said she hated to be kissed until
he did it, and then she liked it. I at the time had considered
Jane as flirtatous and as probably not hating it at all. But now
I knew she was right, for as I saw Tom coming toward me after
laying fatther's cigar on the piano, I felt that _I could not
bear it_.
And this I must say, here and now. I do not like kissing.
Even then, in that first embrase of to, I was worried because I
could smell the varnish burning on the Piano. I therfore
permited but one salute on the cheek and no more before removing
the cigar, which had burned a large spot.
"Look here," he said, in a stern manner, "are we engaged or
aren't we? Because I'd like to know."
"If you are to demonstrative, no!" I replied, firmly.
"If you call that a kiss, I don't."
"It sounded like one," I said.
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