“You are a little cat, Beat,” he said at length, half apologetically.
“Well, you shouldn’t be brazen,” she replied.
There was again a long silence. He whistled to himself like a man much agitated but defiant. Suddenly she went across to him and kissed him.
“Did it, pore fing!” she mocked.
He lifted his face, smiling curiously.
“Kiss?” he invited her.
“Daren’t I?” she asked.
“Go on!” he challenged, his mouth lifted to her.