grey -- grey suit, tie, socks, gloves, hat,
top-coat -- yes, and eyes! He leaned
forward ingratiatingly.

"What do you think Aunt Ellen sent
me last week?" he inquired.

We seemed to be old acquaintances,
and in my second of perplexity I de-
cided that it was mere forgetfulness
that made me unable to recall just
whom he was talking about. So I only
said politely: "I don't know, I'm sure,
sir."

"Why, yes, you do!" he laughed.
"Couldn't you guess? What should
Aunt Ellen send but some of that white
maple sugar of hers; better than ever,
too. I've a pound of it along with me,
and I'd be glad to pry off a few pieces
if you'd like to eat it. You always
were so fond of Aunt Ellen's maple
sugar, you know."

The tone carried conviction. Of
course I must have been fond of it;
indeed, upon reflection, I felt that I had
been. By the time the man was back
with a parallelogram of the maple