kissing-bee

Updated: May 16, 2025

I had seen the fandango in Taos, and elsewhere in the Mexican parts of the southwest, but this was the first time I had seen Americans dance, and it was all appallingly new to me. I sat in a corner like a homely girl at a kissing-bee, and had nothing to say.

William F. Drannan - Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains : An Authentic Record of a Life Time of Hunting, Trapping, Scouting and Indian Fighting in the Far West

At another moment, a foreign-looking man addressed me, and I pushed past without replying. Then a string of noisy young fellows, stretching across the broad pavement arm-in-arm, encircled me and cried: "Here we are, my dear. Let's have a kissing-bee."

Sir Hall Caine - The Woman Thou Gavest Me: Being the Story of Mary O'Neill