Phyllis looked at the box of candy and then at the distance between it and Janet. It was too far to reach.
"Oh, Jan, I'm so tired," she protested.
"All right." Janet opened her book and began to read.
"Was it anything important?" Phyllis inquired, with pretended indifference.
"Fearfully,"—Janet did not look up from her book as she replied.
Phyllis appeared to consider the matter.
"Tell me what kind you want and I'll throw it to you," she offered by way of compromise.
Janet only went on reading.
"Oh, well, if I must, I must!" Curiosity won, and Phyllis got up slowly, the candy box in her hand. "Only never again allude to dispositions," she finished as she gave it to Janet.
"Thank you, dear," Janet said sweetly as she rooted in the bottom of the box for a nut.