She swung back in the rocker.

She began to tickle Kezia.

"Say never, say never, say never," gurgled Kezia, while they lay there laughing in each other's arms.
"Come, that's enough, my squirrel! That's enough, my wild pony!" said old Mrs.Fairfield, setting her cap straight.

"Pick up my knitting." Both of them had forgotten what the "never" was about..