She put up her face for Sylvia to kiss.

"Good-night, dear Aunt Sylvia," said she.
"Good-night," said Sylvia.

Rose felt merely a soft touch of thin, tightly closed lips.

Sylvia did not know how to kiss, but she was glowing with delight.
When she joined Henry in their bedroom down-stairs he looked at her in some disapproval.

"I don't think you'd ought to have gone in there," he said.
"Why not ?" "Why, you must expect young folks to be young folks, and it was only natural for them to want to set there in the moonlight." "They can set in there in the moonlight if they want to," said Sylvia.