"He is like most other men--he likes to kiss the daughters of other men, but he gets sulky and balky when I want to kiss him.

So I don't try very often.

Your brother is a fine, big fellow, but you will find before you have been around him very long that he wants to do his kissing away from home." Mary laughed, and blushed again.

"I have already discovered that," she said.

"But, Peggy," she added seriously, "I love him so much that believe I should be jealous if I thought he kissed another girl!" Mary rode homeward, rather comforted over her visit.