In the morning they were still there, and Clara was at work.
Later on Minnie, a little brunette they called Pussy, called to him: "Hey, haven't you got a chocolate for anybody ?" "Sorry, Pussy," he replied.

"I meant to have offered them; then I went and forgot 'em." "I think you did," she answered.
"I'll bring you some this afternoon.

You don't want them after they've been lying about, do you ?" "Oh, I'm not particular," smiled Pussy.
"Oh no," he said.

"They'll be dusty." He went up to Clara's bench.
"Sorry I left these things littering about," he said.
She flushed scarlet.

He gathered them together in his fist.
"They'll be dirty now," he said.