She snatched her hand out of his pocket, edging away from him.
"What 's the matter?" he asked, in great surprise.
"Oh, you 're too previous. I 'm not as easy as I look."
"All right." He settled back against the boxes. "You were tryin' to get too much anyway. You 'd be dear at twict the price—that 's what I think. You 're not as pretty as you look. An' you 're second-handed, at that!"
"I 'll smack your face in a minute."
He smacked it himself, with an open hand, impassively. "I don't need you to do that fer me. That 's not such a stunt."
She giggled. "You 're crazy!"
"No, I 'm not. I 'm in love." He sighed lugubriously. "Were y' ever in love? Come on an' be in love with me."
"You 'd make fun o' me, if I was."
"No, I would n't. Jus' try me."
"That 's what I been doin'."
"But you did n't tell me. I did n't know."
"Well, you know now."
"Do I?" He brightened at once. "Say, ain't it swell?"
"D' you like it?"
"Fer your life! Don't you?"
"Uh-huh!" She put her hand back in his pocket, slyly.
He folded his arms, hugging himself. "If y' ever
