Stella gave him a sunny encouraging smile, and her hand, which he took gingerly. He was plainly nervous.
"I'm not very clean," he said apologetically. "I've been helping father fix a buggy."
"Oh, we don't mind," said Myrtle. "Where are you going?"
"Over to Harry Morris's," he explained.
"What for?"
"We're going for hickory nuts."
"Oh, I wish I had some," said Stella.
"I'll bring you some," he volunteered gallantly.
She smiled again. "I wish you would."
She almost proposed that they should be taken along, but inexperience hindered her.