My first impulse was to drop it as soon as I could do so unobserved; but the thought occurred to me that it was probably a Japanese delicacy, and that Yuki might like it; wherefor I carried it to the station.
When I offered it to Yuki she looked surprised. Her refusal was courteous but determined.
"Where Mr. Street get that?" she demanded.
"A man gave it to me. Here, you take it."
Yuki giggled and stepped back.
"But what the man give it to Mr. Street for?"
"A present. What's the matter with it? Isn't it good to eat?"
"Yes—good to eat."
"Why don't you take it, then?"
Giggling, she shook her head.