“Some girl!” exclaimed Jo. “But she isn’t as keen as I thought, or she’d have known you didn’t take the ring.”
“Jo, do you believe—”
“Shucks, honey! I know you didn’t. I wouldn’t believe you did if I saw you take it. Here, little girl—”
He stopped, put his arm around her, lifted the little face and kissed the tears from it.
“What’s matter with you?”
“Jo, I didn’t take it!”
“Don’t I know you didn’t, honey!”
“It’s nice in you to know it, Jo. But—suppose, I had taken it—”
“I’d have given it back and rustled around till I could have bought you the biggest diamond in Chicago.”
“Who do you suppose did take it, Jo?”