And it goes for my sister, too.

Doesn't it, dear girl ?" For answer, Claire caught her brother's big hand in both of hers, and raised it to her lips.

A light of happiness transfigured her face.

Milo pulled away his hand, bashfully, his eyes misting at her wordless praise for his belatedly manly action.
"Good!" he approved, passing his arm about her and drawing her close to him.

"I played the cur once, this evening.