"Here it is, sir," she said demurely.
"Billy!" Theodora's voice was sharp with exclamation points.
"I know it."
"Where did it come from, at this day?"
"My box in the garret. I was up there, this afternoon, and I must have left it open."
"And you've had it all this time?"
"Yes."
"You silly old boy!"
Her face had grown scarlet and her eyes were shining. Then she turned to her mystified guest.
"Excuse this family by-play, Mr. Gilwyn; but that was a lock of hair I cut off, in the early days of our acquaintance, and my husband has kept it ever since. You see a small dog in the family is rather destructive to sentiment."