“No,” said he, smiling; “but I will bring you some to-morrow if you will tell me.”
She stuck a finger into her mouth and hung her head.
“Red candy,” began he, “and blue candy,” he continued, nodding his head up and down, between the varieties, with a sort of pantomimic punctuation, “and green candy—”
Wide-eyed delight and a half-smile of eager expectation illumined the face of the little tempted one.
“And yellow candy, and—let me see—and striped candy, and speckled candy—and—and—and—ALL SORTS OF CANDY!”
She clasped her hands and drew a long breath.
“Will you?”
The infant that hesitates is lost.
“And tied up in most beautiful paper—”
“You won’t tell Mr. Whacker?”