"I am glad we celebrate our wedding again today,--aren't you, little wife?" asked Lenz, the next morning.
"No; why are you?"
"My crying spoiled my enjoyment yesterday; this morning, for the first time, I am perfectly happy. To-day will seem like going to a friend's wedding,--won't it?"
"What a strange man you are!" said Annele, smiling.
"Stop!" said Lenz, suddenly starting up. "I must give you something. Wait a minute."
He went into the chamber, and made a long search. What would he bring out? He must have remembered the gold chain and ear-rings that were the bridegroom's usual present. But he should have given them yesterday; why to-day? Annele had plenty of time to wonder before Lenz returned. "Here I have it," he exclaimed, coming back at last. "I had misplaced it. This is my blessed mother's garnet necklace. It is made of good old garnets, and will look beautifully on your dear neck. Come, try it on!"
"No, Lenz, it is too old-fashioned. I cannot wear it. It would scratch my neck too. I really cannot wear it. I will exchange it at the jeweler's.
"That you shall not."
"Just as you like. What else have you there?"
"This is something I can give to no one but yourself. My blessed mother so directed. It has no value in itself, but yet is very wonderful."