Then I bent and kissed her fair, and took what revenge was due our girls for her Philadelphia manners.
When she boxed my ears I kissed her once more.

Had she not at that smiled at me a little, I should have been a boor, I admit.

As she did--and as I in my innocence supposed all girls did--I presume I may be called but a man as men go.

Miss Grace grew very rosy for a Sheraton, but her eyes were bright.

So I threw my hat on the grass by the side of the gate and bowed her to be seated.