At a corner he discovered a new candy store.

Next to books, Dorian liked candy.

He might as well buy some candy for the twenty cents.

He went into the store and took his time looking at the tempting display, finally buying ten cents worth of chocolates for himself and ten cents worth of peppermint lozenges for his mother.
You see, Dorian Trent, though sixteen years old, was very much a child; he did many childish things, and yet in some ways, he was quite a man; the child in him and the man in him did not seem to merge into the boy, but were somewhat "separate and apart," as the people of Greenstreet would say.
Dorian again took the less frequented road home.

The sun was still high when he reached the river.