Henry Van Cleve, do you think I'm the kind of girl who would take a boy's last beetle?

Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Hello Mary. Mary, Age 9:
Don't speak to me, Henry Van Cleve. You're a bad boy and my mother says I shouldn't talk to bad boys. Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
I betcha you don't know what I've got in this box. Mary, Age 9:
And I'm not interested, Henry Van Cleve. Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Then I won't tell ya it's a beetle. Mary, Age 9:
A beetle! Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
D'ya like it? Mary, Age 9:
Oh, who doesn't like beetles! Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
It's yours. Mary, Age 9:
Thank you! Oh, thank you, Henry. I wonder if I should take it? Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Well, if you don't want it. Mary, Age 9:
Oh, I don't mean it that way, I was just wondering... Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Don't worry, I've got Another one. Mary, Age 9:
Another beetle? Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Uh-huh. Mary, Age 9:
Oh, it's beautiful. It looks rather lonely, though. You know what I think, I think it wants to be together with mine. Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
You mean you want this one, too? Mary, Age 9:
Henry Van Cleve, do you think I'm the kind of girl who would take a boy's last beetle?