"Fact is, I wan't sure myself till I seed you at the winder." He smiled flirtatiously at her.

"Then I decided to go ahead.

I dunno, but I somehow kinder allow you and me'll hit it off purty well--don't you ?" Susan tried to speak.

She found that she could not--that she had nothing to say.
"You're the kind of a girl I always had my mind set on," pursued Jeb, who was an expert love-maker.

"I like a smooth skin and pouty lips that looks as if they wanted to be kissed." He took the reins in one hand, put his arm round her, clumsily found her lips with his.