She glanced back at the eager face of Eliph' Hewlitt, and mistook the glow of "Affection, How to Hold it When Won," for the intense glance of the predatory book seller.
"I'll take a copy," she said recklessly.
Eliph' Hewlitt's face clouded, and he put out his hand as if to ward off a blow.
"No, you won't!" he said, with distress.

"You don't want one, and I won't sell you one." He cast his mind quickly over the chapter on "Courtship--How to Win the Affections," and recalled its directions.

He wished he had the book in his hands, so that he could turn to the chapter and freshen his memory, but the first direction was, certainly, to become well acquainted.
"I don't want to sell you one," he said more gently.

"I want to sit down on this nice grass and get acquainted.

You and me are both strangers here, and I guess we ought to talk to each other." He seated himself as he said the word, and crossed his legs, Turk-fashion, and looked up at Miss Sally, with an invitation in his eyes.