“I’ll tell you what, my darling girl,” he said. “If you can take ten strikes in a row without me stopping, I’ll let you kiss those buttons on my boots. What do you think? Would you like that?” “Very much,” she said. “What do you say to me?” “Thank you, Malcolm.” “That’s very nice, yes. Could you call me sir? I think I’d like to hear it from you. Everything you say sounds so pretty.” “I’ll say anything you want, sir.”
