I Wanna Hold 'Em Like They Do In Texas Please

"I daresay now if I were to ask you for a kiss you wouldn't give it me: you'd say you'd rather not." "I'll kiss you and welcome: bend your head down." Bessie stooped; we mutually embraced, and I followed her into the house quite comforted. The afternoon lapsed in peace and harmony; and in the evening Bessie told me some of her most enchaining stories, and sang me some of her sweetest songs. Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.