He kissed her, and she gave way to joy.
"And now I'll clean thy boots and make thee fit for respectable folk," he said.
He kneeled at her feet, worked away with a stick and tufts of grass.

She put her fingers in his hair, drew his head to her, and kissed it.
"What am I supposed to be doing," he said, looking at her laughing; "cleaning shoes or dibbling with love?
Answer me that!" "Just whichever I please," she replied.
"I'm your boot-boy for the time being, and nothing else!" But they remained looking into each other's eyes and laughing.

Then they kissed with little nibbling kisses.
"T-t-t-t!" he went with his tongue, like his mother.

"I tell you, nothing gets done when there's a woman about." And he returned to his boot-cleaning, singing softly.

She touched his thick hair, and he kissed her fingers.