She looked on the ground and replied--
"I should like to--only--"
"Only?"
"I wasn't sure whether I might."
"Of course you may. You mustn't freeze."
"There's a----" she began eagerly, then stopped and blushed.
"Well?"
"There's a jacket at the shop--a blue cloth one trimmed with beautiful fur. The shopman says----"
He smiled. "Thank God," he thought "she is beginning to be human at last. A love of finery has awakened in her."
"What does the shopman say?" he asked.