"Isn't there something I can do for you?"
"No, thank you. It was nothing important. In fact, it doesn't matter at all. I just came to see if he could fix the clasp of my belt buckle. It is broken, and he is so clever at mending things that I thought perhaps he could mend this."
"Let me see it."
"Oh, I couldn't think of troubling you."
"But I should be glad to fix it if I could. If not, I could at least hand it over to Willie's superior skill."
She laughed.
"I'm not certain whether Willie's skill is superior," was her arch retort.
"Why not make a test case and find out?"
Still she hesitated.
"You're afraid to trust your property to me," Bob said, piqued by her indecision.