Suddenly an idea flashed into Winifred's head.
"Did a man give you this box for me?" she inquired.
"Ain't I man enough?" Cupid tried bluff to hide a flush that mounted to his yellow curls.
"Answer me. You must."
"Ain't you some chicken to go on askin' silly questions about a good thing? You just take it, kid, and be thankful"
"I can't, Cupid. I thought you liked me."
"You bet I do, sweetie."
"Then you wouldn't want to cheat me about such a thing, would you? I'm fond of you, Cupid, and we're friends, so I can accept presents from you. But I don't take them from strange men, and I should hate to feel you cared little enough for me to play such a joke. It would get me misunderstood."
Flattered by this appeal to and acceptance of his manhood, Cupid confessed.
"Well, don't have the nasty old stuff, then," said he. "I thought I was doin' you a good turn. Thought gells liked strange men makin' 'em presents. The feller said 'twould be good business for you as well as me. And he tipped me fifty cents to pass you on the box. Suppose I must hand it back to him now."