"What's your trouble tonight, Two-Bits?" Jane asked, approaching him.
"In," he began and stopped to clear his throat. He swallowed with great difficulty. "In—In recognition of your—your God—" He coughed and swallowed once more.
"What?"—in amazement.
"In recognition of your God—your God given beauty, an' estim—estimable qualifications—"
He ran a finger inside his collar and dropped his hat. Perspiration stood on his lip in beads and his dismayed eyes roved the room. He moved his feet nervously.
"In recognition of your God—" he began again, but broke short:
"Hell, ma'am," he exploded, "my brother taught me a fine speech—
"Here!"—holding the package toward her with an unsteady hand and a great relief coming into his eyes. "I found this in th' road an' thought mebby you might want 'em."
Controlling her desire to laugh at his confusion Jane took the package and turned it over in her hands.
"What is it, Two-Bits? Why do you bring it to me?"