“Well?”
“There were two or three things I didn’t reckon with,” she answered.
“What were they?” he demanded.
“Blake is one of them.”
“Blake?” His face brightened with sudden understanding. “Then the trouble is all about that box of candy?”
“You shouldn’t have sent it. You should have known better than to send it. You––had no right.”
“But that was nothing. You were so darned good to me about the typewriting and it was all I could think of.”
“So, you see,” she concluded, “it won’t do. It won’t do at all.”
“I don’t see,” he returned.