Mr.Smith started, seemed to remember where he was, and his manner changed.
"Come and see me, honey," he coaxed, drawing the girl toward him by the hand he was holding.

"Ain't you got a nice kiss for me this fine mornin'?
Don't be scared.

I won't bite." Bos'n looked shrinkingly at Mr.Smith's unshaven cheeks and then at Captain Cy.

The latter's face was absolutely devoid of expression.

He merely nodded.
So Emily kissed one of the bristling cheeks.