"Oh yes," said Koko, "you told me. Very nice dark girl there, eh?"
"I forget," said Jim, indifferently; "I daresay there is. Most of the girls in these shops are dark."
"I recollect you mentioned this one to me particularly," said Koko.
"Did I?" replied Jim. "Well, I daresay I did. Anyhow, I haven't the faintest idea what I'm going to get. Been thinking about it for three weeks, too."
"Personally," said Koko, "I am going to buy her a work-box."
"A what?"
"A work-box--full of pins and needles and tapes, and all that sort of thing."
"I thought ladies used work-baskets," hazarded Jim, vaguely.
"Boxes," said Koko.
"Baskets," insisted Jim; "work-boxes are a trifle obsolete, I believe."