Lena held up a pretty looking affair. It had a picture of an affectionate pair, leaning over a rustic stile, and surrounded by hearts and darts and Cupids and rose garlands.
The lines printed inside the leaf, were:
“Our love is high as Heaven
And wide as rolling sea:
The vows cannot be riven
That bind my love and me.
But should our pledge be broken
Or should your love be dead,
Send back this tender token
And let us never wed.”