"'Tis early yet, for sure. But if so, what then?"
"Why, I was but thinking—if we were friends, I'd ask you—no, I won't ask yet."
"You can ask if you like, 'twill do no harm," says the girl, curious to hear.
"Only this—if anyone has ever—ever pressed your hand."
"No," says the girl, with a blush. "I'd never let them."
There again, so neatly put, thinks the looker-on. And how nice and frank and handsome he looks.
"Now, I wonder if that's true," says he. "But I'll soon see. Give me your hand a minute."
"What for?"
"Oh, I can read it, and find out all sorts of things."
"You?"