"I shall have if you will give me one."
"I have only this big one, and I want that myself. Maybe I can find a little one for you."
Kenneth did not detain her as she wandered further off, but sat where she left him turning over the pebbles. When she returned he had made a little pile of them. She stood for a moment watching him gather them together and tie them up in his handkerchief.
"So you like them well enough to carry them home?" she said.
"Yes. Don't you?"
"Of course."
He held out his hand. "Did you find the talisman to add to my collection?"
She put her hands behind her. "Which hand will you choose?" she asked laughingly.
"Which hand?" he asked with emphasis. Then seeing an uplifting of the chin he added, "The one with the talisman in it, which will be the right one, of course."
"You are entirely too smart, but as you have guessed correctly I shall have to give it to you. I think it's a beauty." She laid a small, perfectly marked and well-shaped little pebble in his hand.