"But you might have had me arrested, which would have been worse." She opened her tin box. "It's your butterfly, of course. You can have it, if you like."
"Oh, I wouldn't take it for anything. Besides, that's no good."
"No good?"
"No, common. I've got loads of 'em."
Her nose wrinkled and then she smiled.
"Oh, well, I'll keep it as a souvenir of our acquaintance. Good-by, Jerry." She smiled.
"Good-by, Una. I'm sorry—" he paused.
"For what?"
"If I was cross—"
"But you weren't. I shouldn't have laughed."