you are drawn to them
they will consider the question of taking you. The judge is like that.

In the meantime it tingles me up to a very great degree to have a man
use his eyes on me as it is the privilege of only womankind to do, and I
feel that it will be good for his judgeship for me to let him "draw" me
at least a little way. I may get hurt, but I shall at least have an
interesting time of it. I started right then and got results, for he
stopped under the old lilac bush that leans over my side gate and kissed
my hand. Old Lilac shook a laugh of perfume all over us and I believe
signaled the event at the top of his bough to the white clump on the
other side of the garden. I'm glad Aunt Adeline isn't in the flower
fraternity or sorority. Suppose she had seen or heard!

And it didn't take many minutes for me to slip into old
summer-before-last--also for the last time inside of those buttons--and
run through the garden, my heart singing, "Billy, Billy," in a perfect
rapture of tune. I ran past the office door and found him in his cot
almost asleep and we had a bear reunion in the rocker by the window that
made us both breathless.

"What did you bring me, Molly?" he finally kissed under my right ear.

"A real base-ball and bat, lover, and an engine with five cars, a rake
and a spade and a hoe, two blow-guns that pop a new way and something
that squirts water and some other things. Will that be enough?" I hugged
him up anxiously, for sometimes he is hard to please and I might not
have got the very thing he wanted.

"Thank you, Molly, all them things is what I want, but you oughter brung
more'n that for three days not being here with me." Did any woman ever
have a more lovely lover than that? I don't know how long I should have
rocked him in the twilight if Doctor John's voice hadn't come across the
hall in command.

"Put him down now, Mrs. Molly, and come and say other how-do-you-does,"
he called softly.

It was a funny glad-to-see-him I felt as I came into the office where he
was standing over by the window looking out at my garden in its twilight
glow. I think it is wrong for a woman to let her imagination kiss a man
on the back of his neck even if she has known for some time that there
is a little drake-tail lock of hair there just like his own son's. I
gave him my hand and a good deal more of a smile and a blush than I
intended.

He very far from kissed the hand; he held it just long enough to turn me
aroun