Shine up ter de pretty gals,
Her hand trembled in his, but was not withdrawn. Her blushing face was turned away toward the brawling stream; but she saw not its foam, she heard not its hoarse murmurs. A sweeter music was in her ears. She seemed under a delicious spell, but soon became conscious that a pair of dark eyes were looking down eagerly, anxiously for her answer. Shyly raising hers, that now were like dewy violets, she said, with a little of her old witchery:
"Don't you dare disobey them, either. I'll manage him too. Come."
"I will go back with you, if you will permit me," she said timidly.
THREE THANKSGIVING KISSES