"Do you like it?"
"Gee! It's swell!"
"Good! I'll make you a present of it."
Buddy stared at the speaker in speechless surprise. "What—what for?" he finally stammered.
"Because you admire it."
"Why—it's solid gold, ain't it?"
"To be sure."
"How much d'it cost?"
"My dear fellow," Gray protested, "you shouldn't ask questions like that. You embarrass me."
Buddy examined the object anew, then he inquired, "Say, why'd you offer to gimme this?"