" "A meeting for one minute, for I'm going," said Betsy, smiling and putting on her glove.

"Don't put on your glove yet, princess; let me kiss your hand.

There's nothing I'm so thankful to the revival of the old fashions for as the kissing the hand.

" He kissed Betsy's hand.

"When shall we see each other?" "You don't deserve it," answered Betsy, smiling.