"Joanne----" "You mustn't, John!" she expostulated in a whisper.

"My face is afire now! You mustn't kiss me again--until after supper----" "Only once," he pleaded.
"If you will promise--just once----" A moment later she gasped: "Five times! John Aldous, I will never believe you again as long as I live!" They went down to the Blacktons, and Peggy and Paul, who were busy over some growing geraniums in the dining-room window, faced about with a forced and incongruous appearance of total oblivion to everything that had happened.

It lasted less than ten seconds.

Joanne's lips quivered.

Aldous saw the two little dimples at the corners of her mouth fighting to keep themselves out of sight--and then he looked at Peggy.