He placed a stick of it in the lady's hand.
"And you, Cyrus? The same, I suppose?"
"No, sir. I'll have a cocoanut cake."
Uncle Hector replaced the jar; then, as he laid the cocoanut cake in
the extended hand:
"But you wanted the candy a minute ago; a whole dollar's worth."
"That's when I was treatin' Ruth. I thought it would please her to
think I liked what she liked."
"But you don't care for that candy?"
"No, sir."
Uncle Hector's face took on a new expression. He straightened up,
lowered his chin, regarded the small boy in front of him was a peculiar
look, bent forward and held an open palm quite close to the wondering
face.
"Shake hands."
Cyrus reached up and placed his small hand in the extended palm.
The large hand closed over the little one.
"Cyrus, you are a gentleman."
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