One of the ruffians had tried to kiss me a few minutes before, and I had almost drowned him with a pot of tea.

If he ever returns, I'll see that the tea is boiling." "It seems that every one is wanting to kiss you, Betty," I remarked.
"Not every one, but too many," she rejoined.
"And you don't want to be kissed, Betty ?" I asked.
"Well, not by the wrong man," she answered, laughing softly and tossing her head emphatically.
"I wish I were the right man," I suggested.
"There is no right man--yet," she returned, laughing and dimpling till I almost wished there was not a dimpling stubborn girl in all the world.
"Betty, you're a bloodthirsty little wretch," I said, shaking my head sorrowfully.

"You scald one man and help Hamilton to kill two." "Oh, they will not die," she answered seriously.

"I was haunted by the fear that they might, so I got up in the middle of the night, took father and one of the boys with a link, and went to the hospital, where I learned that they will recover." "Show me to Hamilton's room, Betty, and bring two lobsters there instead of one.

He and I will have dinner together," I said, turning to go with her.
"He doesn't seem to want to eat, though I doubt if his lack of appetite is owing wholly to his wounds," she replied, as we were leaving the tap-room.
"How long has he been here ?" I asked.
"Since yesterday noon," she answered.