The sunlight of the sunset fell on Little Clementine's white and soft little cheeks, her eyes were clean and clear.
She stared at Sylvan Cheney, reaching out her chubby little hand, not knowing whether she wanted Sylvan Cheney's lollipop or Sylvan Cheney himself.
Jasmine Yale, not knowing where the temper came from, squatted down and patted her little hand, "Little Clementine, how many times has Mom told you, don't take things from strangers, don't take them! Can't you understand?"
Little Clementine was so scared that she retracted her small hand, bit her finger, feeling both wronged and sad.
Sylvan Cheney acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, squatted down, steadied the small cart, and threw the lollipop into Little Clementine's cart.
Little Clementine immediately climbed back to retrieve it, holding it like a treasure, raised it high, and smiled at Sylvan Cheney!
"Very smart." Sylvan Cheney also smiled, reaching out to rub her little head.
