Then if she keeps on bein' hateful, I'll nevah have anything moah to do with her again." So while Fidelia played on toward the end of the waltz, purposely regardless of Lloyd's presence, Lloyd, sitting behind her, looked into the mirror, and practised making pleasant faces for Fidelia's benefit.
The music came to a close with a loud double bang that made Lloyd start up from her chair with a guilty flush, fearing that she had been caught at her peculiar occupation.

Before Fidelia could say anything, Lloyd walked over to her with the friendliest of her practised smiles, and held out the box of chocolate creams.
"Take some," she said.

"They are the best I've had since I left Kentucky." "Thanks," said Fidelia, stiffly, screwing around on the piano-stool, and helping herself to just one.

But feeling the warmth of Lloyd's cordial tone, urging her to take more, she thawed into smiling friendliness, and took several.

"They are delicious!" she exclaimed.