Henry waited near the gate.
"Where are you going ?" asked Sylvia again.
"Down street," replied Henry.
"Whereabouts down street ?" Henry said again, with a meek doggedness, "Down street." "Come here," said Sylvia.
Henry walked slowly towards her, between the rows of box.

He was about three feet away when she spoke again.

"Where are you going ?" said she.
"Down street." Sylvia looked at Henry, and he trembled inwardly.

Had she any suspicion?
When she spoke an immense relief overspread him.

"I wish you'd go into the drug store and get me a quarter of a pound of peppermints," said she.
Then Henry knew that he had the best of it.