"I—I—can't let you have it back, Jennie, I'm going to keep it forever—"
"Really?"
"Yes—I am. I—I love you—Jennie—don't you love me—just—a—little bit?"
The girl laughed.
"No!"
"Not the least—little—tiny—bit?"
"I don't think so—"
The hand slipped through his limp fingers and he stared at her in a hopeless, pitiful way.
Her heart went out in a wave of tender sympathy. She put her hand back in his in a wistful touch.