on, making up stuff about Hicksville and everybody in it he could invent, and I getting a little nervious, and wondering how this was going to help me out of my scrape; and at last, still talking along, he reached over and kissed Aunt Sally right on the mouth, and then settled back again in his chair comfortable, and was going on talking; but she jumped up and wiped it off with the back of her hand, and says: “You owdacious puppy!” He looked kind of hurt, and says: “I'm surprised at you, m'am.” “You're s'rp--Why, what do you reckon I am?  I've a good notion to take and--Say, what do you mean by kissing me?” He looked kind of humble, and says: “I didn't mean nothing, m'am.  I didn't mean no harm.  I--I--thought you'd like it.” “Why, you born fool!”  She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. “What made you think I'd like it?” “Well, I don't know.  Only, they--they--told me you would.” “_They_ told you I would.  Whoever told you's _another_ lunatic.  I never heard the beat of it.  Who's _they_?” “Why, everybody.  They all said so, m'am.” It was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says: “Who's 'everybody'?  Out with their names, or ther'll be an idiot short.” He got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says: “I'm sorry, and I warn't expecting it.  They told me to.  They all told me to.  They all said, kiss her; and said she'd like it.  They all said it--every one of them.  But I'm sorry, m'am, and I won't do it no more--I won't, honest.” “You won't, won't you?  Well, I sh'd _reckon_ you won't!” “No'm, I'm honest about it; I won't ever do it again--till you ask me.” “Till I _ask_ you!  Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days!  I lay you'll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you--or the likes of you.” “Well,” he says, “it does surprise me so.  I can't make it