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Rh 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