"I must tell you that pretty story some time. Her suitors were so many that she declared that only he who chose the right casket should win her. Each suitor had to guess. The first of those caskets was gold—"
"Oh, you knew before!" interrupted the girl.
"Knew what?"
"I don't understand how you could have guessed so quickly."
"But I have guessed nothing," I said. "I only mentioned that the first casket was of gold."
"Oh, I thought you meant to tell me in that way that you knew what was in my box!" Winifred explained.
I stared and she suddenly withdrew the cover. My eyes were almost dazzled.
"There is gold in my box,—real pure gold," said the young girl.
And gold there was, amazing both in quality and quantity.
Winifred saw my astonishment, with innocent triumph.