“Yes.”
“Are you sure they are his, and not somebody else’s?”
“Oh, perfectly sure. Samples, I mean. Not all of him.”
“Samples?”
“Yes—in baskets. Some time you will be going home; and if you wouldn’t mind taking them along—”
“Who? I?”
“Yes—certainly. I don’t mean now; but after a while; after—but look here, would you like to see them?”
“No! Most certainly not. I don’t want to see them.”
“O, very well. I only thought—hey, where are you going, dear?”
“Out to dinner, papa.”