I do believe you're spiteful because I didn't offer to kiss you when I came in.

Here, Cousin 'Lizabeth," he exclaimed, starting up, "I'll be sworn for all your tongue you're the prettiest maid I've seen this five year.

Give me a kiss." "Don't, William!" Such passionate entreaty vibrated in her voice that William, who was advancing, stopped for a second to stare.

Then, with a laugh, he had caught and kissed her loudly.
Her cheeks were flaming when she broke free.
William turned, emptied his glass at a gulp, and began to mix a second.
"There, there; you never look so well as when you're angered, 'Lizabeth." "'Twas a coward's trick," she panted.
"Christmas-time, you spitfire.

So you ain't married yet?
Lord! I don't wonder they fight shy of you; you'd be a handful, my vixen, for any man to tame.