"Not this kind."
"She smelled of something kind of sweet and sticky. What was it?'
"Sachet powder, I guess, or some kind of perfume."
"I liked the smell. Can we get some?"
"I guess so—we've got the price."
"Next time you see her, ask her what it is, will you?"
"All right," answered Juliet, unperturbed by the request.
The rest of the way was enlivened by a discussion of automobiles. Romeo had a hockey match on for the following day, which was Saturday, so they were compelled to postpone their investigations until Monday. It seemed very long to wait.
"It's no good now, anyhow," said Romeo. "We can't run it until the roads melt and dry up."
"That's so," agreed his twin, despondently. "Why did she tell us now?
Why couldn't she wait until we had some chance?"