"Then, there is no way of getting a kiss ?" "No," said Gretchen.
"Then I'll blow you one;" and Gretchen made a pretty curtesey.
I nearly bit the amber stem off my pipe.

They were soon gone, and I was glad of it.
"Herr Jack is angry," said Gretchen.
"Not at all," I growled.

"What right have I to be angry ?" "Does Herr Jack wish Gretchen always to be sad ?" "Certainly not: but sometimes your joy is irritating.

You are sad all day, then some strangers come, and you are all smiles.

Your smiles do not come in my direction as often as I should like." "Well, then, look at me," said Gretchen.
The smile would have dazzled an anchorite, let alone a man who didn't know whether he loved her for certain, but who was willing to give odds that he did! "Gretchen!" I cried, starting toward her.
But with a low laugh she disappeared behind the door.