"What for?"
"You may have it again if you like; there it is."
She gave him her hand again.
Oak held it longer this time -- indeed, curiously long.
"How soft it is -- being winter time, too -- not chapped or rough or anything!" he said.
"There -- that's long enough." said she, though without pulling it away "But I suppose you are thinking you would like to kiss it? You may if you want to."
"I wasn't thinking of any such thing." said Gabriel, simply; "but I will"
"That you won't!" She snatched back her hand.
Gabriel felt himself guilty of another want of tact.
"Now find out my name." she said, teasingly; and withdrew.