“You mustn’t mind our house. We’re awfully poor people.” I wanted to
prepare him. He laughed boyishly at that and said:
“Good heavens, that’s nothing. So are most of my folks--poor as church
mice. As far as that goes, I’m jolly poor myself. Haven’t a red cent
except what the governor sends out to me. I’m going to see _you_ anyway,
and not your house.”
He looked back at the driver whose head was all muffled up under his fur
collar. Then he said:
“Will you give me that kiss now?”