She gave a little cry, as of surprise or dismay, retreating swiftly; but Frank clung to her hands, and she did not make a severe struggle to break away, although for a moment there was a playful mockery of a struggle.
Slowly he drew her back to the gate, but she timidly held away, as if she were really alarmed.
"How dare you, sir!" she exclaimed, with a toss of her head.

"You are very bold!" "I beg your pardon," he beseeched, with mock humbleness.

"I will agree not to do it again--till I get another good chance." "Really! How sacrificing you are! You are extremely free." "Stolen sweets, you know, are the best.

But truly, Inza, hadn't I a right to that ?" "A right, indeed! Why, to use a slang expression, that is cheek!" "Never mind the cheek," he said, laughingly.

"I prefer the lips." And then, before she could divine his intention, he kissed her again.
This time she broke away in earnest.
"Good-night, sir," she called, from up the walk.
"Oh, wait a moment!" he implored.