Julia Bluen shouted very loudly, and in her urgency, all the couples around them cast curious and suggestive glances her way.
"The sun is setting. Let's go; it's time to take Grandma home." Julia Bluen, feeling embarrassed, struggled to her feet and also pulled Glades Horne up with an abrupt movement, though her voice was low.
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Young Master Horne was naturally pleased and immediately wrapped his arm around her as they headed toward where the old lady was seated.
"Don't cling to me; loosen your grip a bit."
"I like having my arm around you."
"Always clinging. Don't you get tired of it? You're as sticky as taffy!"
"I don't get tired of it. Do you? Why don't we switch? Then you won't get tired."
"How do we switch?"
"You put your arm around me."
"That thick waist of yours? Who'd want to hug that?"
"You would."
"Who said I liked it?"
"I did. See? Aren't you hugging me right now?"
"Rascal!"
