Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/103

THE PICNIC "No," says Dave. "You're entitled to one right here—"

Dave kissed her smack on the lips.

"One, to your credit, Jonthy," says Dave.

And then, just absently, when she was looking back that way, and Jon was looking up at her, she catches him!

"Now you got to kiss him!" says Dave, and holds Jon fast while he makes Evelyn kiss him. She don't know she's doing it—always looking back.

Well, you'd think if there was anything to show on Jon's face it would be blushes. But he closed his eyes and got pale as a sheet.

And then he made Dave play and get caught—and even me! And Betsy!

Jonthy got away into a corner of the wagon and lay there with his eyes closed and his face still pale, as if he wanted to keep what he had.

When we got about a mile or so from the house—down over some hills—where you couldn't even see the chimleys, Evelyn stops 87