Lee accepted them promptly. “Did you really buy these for me?” she demanded, her eyes flashing above the apple. “You are the best boy!”
“I didn’t buy them on purpose, but my father bought a box of fruit yesterday and I saved these for you. They were the biggest.”
“I’m ever so much obliged.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, with equal concern for the formalities.
“This is my school.”
“Well, I’m sorry.”
“You’ll come up at two to-morrow? Number 142, third floor.”
“I will.”
They shook hands limply. He glanced back as he walked off, whistling. Lee was standing on the steps hastily disposing of her apple. She nodded gaily to him.