She was not particularly bright; she was, for her age, an unconscionable snob; but no one could deny that she was as beautiful as an angel to look at.
"Miss Polly wanted to kiss me, mamma, but I wouldn't," she said coolly as she examined a little bundle of sewing the seamstress had put down on the table.

"I needn't kiss people if I don't want to, need I?
Archibald doesn't like to kiss either.

He's naughty about it sometimes when ladies ask him to.

He doesn't like scratchin'.

Isn't it funny to call kissing, 'scratchin'?
He told me Miss Polly scratched him and he didn't like it.
He is afraid of her because she is so ugly.