The point of a very red tongue came suddenly from between the red lips, and instantly disappeared.
"That all ?" she said.

"Oh yes; I think I can do that.

I'll try, anyway.
And if you're not satisfied--well, you'll have to let me know.

See?
Now let me go, there's a good man! I don't like the feel of your hands." He let her go in answer to the pleading of her eyes, and she slipped from his grasp like an eel, caught up the coat at her feet, and wriggled into it.
Then, impishly, she faced him, buttoning it with nimble fingers the while.

"This is the garment of respectability," she declared.