Excerpt: ...and any little man who puffs up enough steam and makes a loud enough noise can attach her to himself and tow her all the way up the river of life." The bachelor laid down his cigar and gazed at the widow in awe. "And I never knew it," he whispered huskily. "I suppose," said the widow, beginning to toy with the fringe again, "that you've been asking girls to kiss you, all this time." "Not all the time," protested the bachelor. "And, of course," continued the widow maliciously, "they've all refused you." 93 "Not ...
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Excerpt: ...and any little man who puffs up enough steam and makes a loud enough noise can attach her to himself and tow her all the way up the river of life." The bachelor laid down his cigar and gazed at the widow in awe. "And I never knew it," he whispered huskily. "I suppose," said the widow, beginning to toy with the fringe again, "that you've been asking girls to kiss you, all this time." "Not all the time," protested the bachelor. "And, of course," continued the widow maliciously, "they've all refused you." 93 "Not all," repeated the bachelor, pensively. "What?" The widow glanced up quickly. "Once," explained the bachelor apologetically, "I didn't have a bald spot." "When a man asks for a kiss," pursued the widow, thoughtfully, "a girl HAS to refuse him; but when he takes it
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