Didn’t Care Then If He Did — 424
A gentleman from Boston chanced to find himself among a little party of ladies away down East this summer, in the enjoyment of some innocent social play. He carelessly placed his arm about the slender waist of as pretty a damsel as Maine can boast of, when she started, and exclaimed: “Begone, sir; don’t insult me!” The gentleman instantly apologized for his seeming rudeness, and assured the half-offended fair one that he did not mean to insult her. “No?” she replied, archly. “Well, if you didn’t, you may do it again.”