"I say, 'Thank you,' and I'll remember."
At the hotel he bade me good night rather perfunctorily for a man who
had recently tried to kiss a girl, but I lay awake some time thinking
about what he had said to me.
I suppose every girl tosses over in her mind the thought of that first
kiss that shall come to her. In imagination, at least, I had already
been kissed many many times, but the ones who had kissed me were not
men or boys. They were strange and bewildering heroes, princes, kings,
knights, and great nobles. Now, here was a real man who had wanted to
kiss me. I experienced no aversion to him at the thought; only a cool
sort of wonder and a flattering sense of pride.