I had no desire to see Governor Wade or any one else.

I wanted to be alone.

I had seen Virginia kissed by Bob Wade--and they were still singing that sickish play in there.
They would be kissing and kissing all the rest of the night.

She to be kissed in this way, and I had been so careful of her, when I was all alone with her for days, and would have given my right hand for a kiss! It was terrible.

I walked back and forth in the yard, and then came up on the porch and sat down on a bench, so as to hear the play-singing.
They were singing _The Gay Balonza-Man_, now.