"Why not, dear ?" he pleaded.

"You love me--don't you ?" "Yes," she replied, her honest eyes shining upon his.

"But we must wait until we're married.

I don't care so much for the others, but I'd not want Uncle George to feel I had disgraced him." "Why, there's no harm in a kiss," pleaded he.
"Kissing you is--different," she replied.

"It's--it's--marriage." He understood her innocence that frankly assumed marriage where a sophisticated girl would, in the guilt of designing thoughts, have shrunk in shame from however vaguely suggesting such a thing.