“Never mind!” said he, tapping his breast-pocket with a knowing air; and she hurried down the steps as best she could.
He unbuttoned his coat and slowly inserted his hand into his breast-pocket.
“Pull it out!” cried she.
“I feel something!” said he, with mystery in his tones.
“Yes!” answered she, skipping about with clasped hands.
“What is it?” And there was a rattling, as of stiff paper, down in the depths of his pocket.
“Candy!” cried she, with a shout, capering higher than ever.
He withdrew the package from his pocket with a slowness which made her dance with impatience; opened one end, peeped into it cautiously, and gave her a beaming look of delighted surprise.
“Let me look, too!” cried she; and he held it down. She, peeping in, returned his look of surprised delight.
What would life be without its fictions!