The trouble fled from her eyes--they danced.
"Larry darlin' ?" she murmured.

"I like the touch of your lips--" "You do ?" he whispered, all thought flying of anything but the beautiful, provocative face so close to his.

"Then, _acushla_, you're goin' to get acquainted with 'em! Turn your head, Doc!" he said.
And I turned it.

There was quite a long silence, broken by an interested, soft outburst of gentle boomings from the serving frog-maids.

I stole a glance behind me.