She had one in her fingers at the very moment she was telephoning, and she was going to pop it into her mouth while he talked.

Being a mere man he could not realize how delightfully refreshing was a maraschino chocolate.
Sam had a lively picture of that dainty confection between the tips of her dainty fingers; he could see the white hand and the graceful wrist, and then he could see those exquisitely curved red lips parting with a flash of white teeth to receive the delicacy; and he had an impulse to climb through the telephone.
A little bird had told him about her preference, he stated.

He had that little bird regularly in his employ to find out other preferences.
"I had those sent just to show you that I am not altogether absorbed in business," he went on; "that I can think of other things.

Have another chocolate." "I am," she laughingly said; "but I'm not going to eat them all.

I'm going to save one or two for you." "Good," returned Sam in huge delight and relief.