"Mr.Allen has been trying to make me promise not to eat this nice candy," she said.
"I don't think candy is good for anybody, and girls eat altogether too much of it," said Horace, with a strange fervor which the occasion hardly seemed to warrant.
"Wouldn't I know he was a school-teacher when I heard him speak like that, even if nobody had ever told me ?" said Rose.

"Of course I am going to eat this candy that dear Lucy made her own self and gave me.
I should be very ungrateful not to, and I love candy, too." "I will send for some to Boston to-morrow," cried Horace, eagerly.
Rose regarded him with amazement.

"Why, Mr.Allen, you just said you did not approve of candy at all, and here you are proposing to send for some for me," she said, "when I have this nice home-made candy, a great deal purer, because one knows exactly what is in it, and you say I must not eat this." Rose took up a sugared almond daintily and put it to her lips, but Horace was too quick for her.

Before she knew what he was about he had dashed it from her hand, and in the tumult the whole box of candy was scattered.

Horace trampled on it, it was impossible to say whether purposely or accidentally, in the struggle.
Both Rose and Sylvia regarded him with amazement, mixed with indignation.
"Why, Mr.Allen!" said Rose.