"When are you going to Boston?" asked his sister. "First I heard about that."
"I'm going up in the morning," her brother answered. "I received word to report at the office. There's something that needs my attention. Ahem! Uncle Sam can't get along without me, it seems."
"Nothing like patting yourself on the back," Grace said.
"Just for that you sha'n't have any of—these!" and Will drew from his pocket a box that unmistakably held candy.
"Oh, Will. I didn't mean it!" Grace cried. "Of course you're of value to the government. What are they—those new bitter-sweets?"
"That's for you to ask, and Amy to know," said Will, as he passed Amy the confections.
"Oh, thank you!" she said, blushing furiously.
"Amy Blackford. What I know about you!" mocked Mollie.
"Oh, I'm going to share them, of course."
"Oh, of course!" chanted Grace. "How nice."