"I think it's mine, too. He was here to-night--as a newspaper reporter, he hinted, though he didn't exactly say he was, in so many words. Did he talk to you?"
"Yes," said Sally. "Indirectly, I got him his chance to come."
"I gave him good advice," said I, laughing. "All about his future, and ambition, and things like that. I hope he'll take it."
"He'll probably try all he knows. Did he thank you prettily?"
"I'm not sure whether he thanked me at all. But he gave me this ring, and wished me luck with it. It was the Genie's present to him in Aladdin's Cave. I changed with him, for the one I had. But this is much prettier. Look."
"D-E-A-R-E-S-T, Dearest," Sally spelt out, as she held the third finger of my right hand, on which I'd slipped the ring.
"Where do you find that?" I asked quickly.
"Don't you know? Why, the stones spell it. Diamond, emerald, amethyst, ruby, emerald, sapphire, topaz."
I felt my cheeks burn when she gave me this explanation.
I wonder if Mr. Brett knew?