"American pop-corn?"
"Not that I know," I said.
"Tell me," he replied.
"Condensed milk," I said.
"Good Heavens!" he exclaimed. "Condensed milk? That's the oddest thing I've ever heard."
"That's what I'm getting," I said; "and it won't injure your chances with her if you take her a pot of honey."
"But I don't know her," he submitted.
"It doesn't matter," I said; "she's the most unconventional creature in the world—just a child of nature."
"Delicious!" he murmured.
"She's a Canadian, you see," I added.