‘Yes,’ she said, as if submissively.

And she continued to nestle against him.

But in a little while she drew away and looked at him.

‘I must be going home,’ she said.

‘Must you — how sad,’ he replied.

She leaned forward and put up her mouth to be kissed.

‘Are you really sad?’ she murmured, smiling.

‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I wish we could stay as we were, always.’

‘Always! Do you?’ she murmured, as he kissed her. And then, out of a full throat, she crooned ‘Kiss me! Kiss me!’ And she