"I've got some sweets in there. Come in and get them, and then we'll go outside again."
She followed him meekly, and he took her into the little office and tilted the contents of four different little bags on to a clean newspaper.
"There you are!" he said.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, with childish glee.
He shovelled them into the bags again and handed them to her.
"There you are, those are for you; now we'll go outside."
"You take some too." She opened the bags and held them out to him.
"Thanks," he answered, gravely selecting two or three from each packet.
They walked in silence to the door, then he paused under the lamp. "Look here, you never told my fortune. Finish it, will you?"
She stopped and looked at the hand he held out under the light. "I don't know very much yet. You're very strong."