"I will, if I may. If that lady-bug is alive five minutes from now, I win? No other conditions?"
"None," gleefully. "Take your watch. You'll lose, he's weakening now."
Gerard leaned across, lifted the struggling beetle upon his finger-tip, and restored it to the safe refuge of the chrysanthemum bouquet.
"I believe he will live some time," he soberly predicted.
The girl stared, frowned, and laughed.
"No fair! No fair! That's not the game, Mr. Gerard."
"No? Then I will send the bon-bons."
"Chocolates."
"They shall be chocolates."