Actually, it would be assumed that the young lady had no such impulses at all, but I’ll tell you something: Chocolate melts on my tongue too.
Franny BillingsleyYou mind your tongue!” “Oh, I do,” I said. “I sharpen it every evening on your name.
Franny BillingsleyThe boy shall have a proper beating,' said Cecil. 'But I beat him already,' I said, 'and don't tell me I didn't do it properly. I'm touchy about these things.
Franny Billingsley