“Rather a big order,” said Roger, coming up just then. “Loving everybody, you can’t give a very large portion to each one.”
“No,” said Patty, pretending to look downcast. “Now, isn’t that too bad! Well, never mind, I’ve plenty of gratitude to go round, anyway. And I offer you a big share of that, Roger, for this silver box.”
“Do you like it? Oh, please like it, Patty.”
“Of course I do; it’s exquisite workmanship, and I shall use it for,—well, it seems most too prosaic,—but it’s exactly the right shape and size for hairpins!”
“Then use it for ’em! Why not?” cried Roger, evidently pleased that Patty could find a use for his gift.
“And see what Ken gave me,” went on Patty, as she held up a small crystal ball. “I’ve long wanted a crystal, and this is a beauty.”
“What’s it for?” asked Roger, curiously; “it looks like a marble.”
“Marble, indeed! Why, Roger, it’s a crystal, a Japanese rock crystal.”
“Isn’t it glass?”
“No, ignorant one! ’Tis not glass, but a curio of rare and occult value. In it I read the future, the past, and the present.”