"Why? — why, because it's pleasant."
"You don't know what it is, yet."
"No," said Elizabeth, — "but my words are safe."
"I want you to give me something."
"You preface it as if it were some great thing, and you look as if it was nothing," thought Elizabeth a little in wonderment. But she said only,
"You may have it. What is it?"
"Guess."
"I can't possibly."
"You are incautious. You don't know what you are giving away."
"What is it?" said Elizabeth a little impatiently.