"Please tell Mrs.Whitman I shall be home in time for supper.

I don't think she knew when I went out.

She was in the kitchen." "All right," replied Horace.
After he had passed them Henry caught the words, "I think you owe me an explanation," in Rose's voice.
"It is about this blamed candy," thought Henry, feeling the crumpled mass in his pocket.

He had a distrust of candy, and it occurred to him that he would have an awkward explanation to make if the candy should by any possibility melt and stick to the pocket of his Sunday coat.

He therefore took out the broken box and carried it in his hand, keeping the paper wrapper firmly around it.