'I wish I had heard him. I'd have
scratched his eyes out! talking of you as if you were dirt! I hate him,
and I told him so the other day, and spit at him when he tried to kiss
me.'
'Kiss you! Tom Tracy kiss you!' Harold exclaimed, forgetting his own
grief in this insult to Jerry; for it seemed to him little less than
profanity for lips like Tom Tracy's to touch his little Jerry.
'No, he didn't, but he tried, right before that boy from Kentucky; but I
wriggled away from him, and bit him, too, and he called me a cat, and
said he guessed I wouldn't mind if _you_ or Dick St. Claire tried to
kiss me, and I shouldn't; but I'll fight _him_ and Bill Peterkin every
time. I wonder why all the boys want to kiss me so much!'
'I expect it is because you have just the sweetest mouth in the world,'
Harold said, stooping down and kissing the lips which seemed made for
that use alone.
This little episode had helped somewhat to quiet Harold's state of mind,
but did not change his resolve to speak to Mr. Tracy, and tell him that
he could not receive any more favors from his hands. He would, however,
wait until to-morrow, as Jerry bade him to.
'You will worry him so that he will be crazier than a loon at the
party,' she said, and so Harold waited, but started for the park the
next morning as soon as he thought Mr.
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