“All right,” said Paul. “Give me a hard one — nut. I don’t like creams.”
“Here you are, then,” said the girl; “here’s an almond for you.”
She held the sweet between her fingers. He opened his mouth. She popped it in, and blushed.
“You ARE nice!” he said.
“Well,” she answered, “we thought you looked overcast, and they dared me offer you a chocolate.”
“I don’t mind if I have another — another sort,” he said.
