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 If we go to the dance we'll make the appointment for the night before and then perhaps we'll get there.

Don't scold me.

I'm not scolding you. Ah'm jes' nacherly lovin' you, mah honey.

I adore you when you talk like that. Makes me feel I'm your daddy!

Honey, you is, fo' sho'.

Where did you learn that delicious lingo?

Out of Jezebel Pettyfer and Porgy.

Glancing hastily up and down the path to be sure no one was approaching, he kissed her.

That was nice, Mary assured him.

Say thank you!

I didn't get enough to be thankful for.

He kissed her again.

Byron, don't please! Not so hard, dearest. You're mussing me all up.

I like to!

You talk like a savage!

I am. I'm an African cannibal! Son of a king! Going to eat you up for my dinner! Growling, he exposed his even, white teeth.

She shouted with laughter. I'm so happy, Byron, so very happy! Let's make it last always.

He responded with another tune: