'You slink from a kiss, and you're Beltham blood?
Back to her, lad.

Take it.

Up with her in your arms or down on your knees.

Take it manfully, somehow.

See there, she 's got it ready for you.' 'I've got a letter ready for you, Harry, to say--oh! so sorry for offending you,' Janet whispered, when I reached the pony's head; 'and if you'd rather not be kissed before people, then by-and-by, but do shake hands.' 'Pull the pony's mane,' said I; 'that will do as well.