"
"No! no!" said Letty hastily. "I never want to set eyes on it again."
"I guess I'll get you another one 't you could wear. I looked t'other
day when I went to market; but there was so many I didn't das't to make
a choice unless you was with me."
Letty clung to him passionately. "Oh, David," she cried, with a break
in her voice, "I don't want any rings. I want just you."
David put out one hand and softly touched the little blue kerchief
about her head. "Anyway," he said, "we won't have any more secrets from
one another, will we?"
Letty gave a little start, and she caught her breath before
answering:--
"No, we won't--not unless they're nice ones!"
A LAST ASSEMBLING
This happened in what Dilly Joyce, in deference to a form of speech,
was accustomed to call her young days; though really her spirit seemed
to renew itself with every step, and her body was to the last a willing
instrument. She lived in a happy completeness which allowed her to
carry on the joys of youth into the maturity of years. But things did
happen to her from twenty to thirty-five which could never happen
again. When Dilly was a girl, she fell in love, and was very heartily
and honestly loved back again.
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