"Except me."
"Well, perhaps, except you."
"No, separate wrapper, only one in a box," he admitted handsomely.
Miss Normaine's niece had dark eyes, brown hair that curled in small inadvertent rings, and a rich warm complexion through which the crimson glowed in her round cheeks. She was so pretty that she ought to have been suppressed, and had a way of speaking that made her charming all over again.
"It was not chocolate peppermints, and you know quite well it wasn't," he said, with the finished boldness compatible with hair parted exactly in the middle and a wide experience. Miss Normaine's niece opened her eyes wide.
"What was it?"
"Nothing but your heart."
She considered the matter seriously.
"Was it really?"