"No."

     "Would you like to?"

     "I reckon so. I don't know. What is it like?"

     "Like? Why it ain't like anything. You only just tell a boy you won't ever have anybody but him, ever ever ever, and then you kiss and that's all. Anybody can do it."

     "Kiss? What do you kiss for?"

     "Why, that, you know, is to--well, they always do that."

     "Everybody?"

     "Why, yes, everybody that's in love with each other. Do you remember what I wrote on the slate?"

     "Ye--yes."

     "What was it?"

     "I sha'n't tell you."

     "Shall I tell you?"

     "Ye--yes--but some other time."

     "No, now."