"But you don't care for that candy?"
"No, sir."
Uncle Hector's face took on a new expression. He straightened up, lowered his chin, regarded the small boy in front of him was a peculiar look, bent forward and held an open palm quite close to the wondering face.
"Shake hands."
Cyrus reached up and placed his small hand in the extended palm.
The large hand closed over the little one.
"Cyrus, you are a gentleman."
