It isn't about John, it's Dixy's mouth, uncle." "Oh, you darling little liar!" Here she kissed him and was silent.

"It won't do," he said.

"There's no logic in a kiss, Miss Grey.

First comes Ann Grey and says, too much army discipline; and then you tell me what that gossiping old darkey says, and then you try the final argument--a kiss.

Can't do it.