I do remember the first time I kissed her, on another evening, at parting--a mighty moment, when I took all my heart of courage and dared.
We never succeeded in managing more than a dozen stolen meetings, and we kissed perhaps a dozen times--as boys and girls kiss, briefly and innocently, and wonderingly.

We never went anywhere--not even to a matinee.

We once shared together five cents worth of red-hots.

But I have always fondly believed that she loved me.

I know I loved her; and I dreamed day-dreams of her for a year and more, and the memory of her is very dear..