Jealous! It's all right with any one of the boys what you do for _him_.

But if you do the same for _another_ boy--good night!" Bessy had no divination of the fact that her words for Lane had a clarifying significance.
"I suppose you played what we used to call kissing games ?" queried Lane.
A sweet, high trill of laughter escaped Bessy's red lips.
"Daren, you are funny.

Those games are as dead as Caesar....

This bunch of boys and girls paired off by themselves to spoon....

As for myself, I don't mind spooning if I like the fellow--and he hasn't been drinking.