"There's more than one," said Agnes, giggling. "And you're welcome to all you can pick."
"Do you mean it?" he shot in, at once casting cap and jacket on the ground again.
"Yes. Help yourself. Only toss me down one."
"This isn't a joke, now?" the boy asked. "You've got a right to tell me to take 'em?"
"Oh, mercy! Yes!" ejaculated Agnes. "Do you think I'd tell a story?"
"I don't know," he said, bluntly.
"Well! I like that!" cried Agnes, with some vexation.
"I don't know you and you don't know me," said the boy. "Everybody that I meet doesn't tell me the truth. So now!"
"Do you always tell the truth?" demanded Agnes, shrewdly.
Again the boy flushed, but there was roguishness in his brown eyes. "I don't dare tell it—sometimes," he said.