“Your sweetheart! Have you a sweetheart?”
“Yes,” replied she, with decision and complacency.
“What’s his name?”
“I can’t tell you!”
“Do, now.”
“Oh, I can’t!” And she dropped her cheek on her off shoulder and shut her eyes.
“Say, do you like candy?”
“Yes,” said she, eagerly wheeling round; “where is it?”
“Never mind. If you will tell me, I will bring you some to-morrow.”
“What’s in that paper? I ’spec’ it’s candy, right now!”