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I know," here M'Ginnis seemed to choke again, "I know of you an' him kissin' an' cuddlin' oh, I've kept tabs on ye " "Yes," she said gently, "I saw your spy at work." "But y' can't deny it. Y' don't deny it! Say, what kind o' girl are you?" "The kind that doesn't fear men like you." "But y' can't deny meetin' him," he repeated, his hoarse voice quivering; "you don't deny kissin' him in a wood!
Maybe who knows them youngsters will ha' brought a blessin' with 'em; an' my opinions is they has, when I see Mis' Yorke a cuddlin' an' croonin' over that little hunchback. Now she's awful contented an' easy-minded like to have somethin' to pet, for she's allers a hankerin' after babies an' them sort of critters.
So you do know what's up, then? Spantz, eh? Well, what you've guessed at or found out won't make much difference, my fine young fellow. They've got you, and you'll be worse off than Danny Deever in the mornin'! Hello! Here they come. Now we'll get out of this infernal bake-oven. Say, do you know, you've been cuddlin' up against a j'int of warm stove pipe for nearly an hour? Sh!"
I sing a bit, and I piped up with the newest thing from the music halls, "Tyke Me Back to Blighty." Here it is: Tyke me back to dear old Blighty, Put me on the tryne for London town, Just tyke me over there And drop me anywhere, Manchester, Leeds, or Birmingham, I don't care. I want to go see me best gal; Cuddlin' up soon we'll be, Hytey iddle de eyety.
The cook, who's cuddlin' his Winchester at the time, fires at the flash and disposes o' the herder, sort o' evenin' matters up. This leaves only one cowpuncher and the cook. There's still three men at the herders' camp. "Then the cook, he indooces a bullet to become sufficient intimate with one o' the herder's anatomy, but gits a hole in the leg himself an' is laid up.
But the cuddlin' of a soft gal doan't weaken man's thews and sinews neither. It hardens 'em, I reckon, an' puts fight in the most poor-spirited twoad as ever failed in love. 'Tis a manly thing, an' 'boldens the heart like; an', arter she's said 'Yes' to 'e, you'll find a wonnerful change come awver life. 'Tis all her, then.
"All of which leads up to what?" says I, tearin' my eyes from the sportin' page reluctant. "Why," says Sadie, cuddlin' up on the chair arm, "Purdy-Pell suggests that, as Robin appeared to take such a fancy to you, perhaps you wouldn't mind " "Say," I breaks in, "he's a perfectly punk suggester! I'd mind a lot!"
Course, it ain't five minutes before she's cuddlin' him up and cooin' to him, and he's gnawing away at her thumb with his little puppy teeth. "Such a dear!" says Vee. "And we could keep him out in the garage, and have Dominick look after him, couldn't we? For they get to be such big dogs, you know." "Do they?" says I. I didn't see quite how they could.
Liza, too, had foreseen the separation into couples after dinner, and had been racking her brains to find a means of getting out of it. 'I don't want 'im slobberin' abaht me, she said; 'it gives me the sick, all this kissin' an' cuddlin'! She scarcely knew why she objected to his caresses; but they bored her and made her cross.
"It ain't that," says I; "but his eyesight for anyone else is mighty poor." "Oh, is it?" says she, sarcastic and doubtful. "We'll see about that. But, anyway, I'm beginning to be glad I came. Can you guess why?" "I'm a wild guesser," says I. "Shoot it." "Because," says she, "I think I'm going to like you rather well." More business of cuddlin', and a hand dropped careless on my shoulder.
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