"You will have to give it yourself," replied Margaret. "I must go; Aunt Katrina must be awake by this time."
"Isn't she well?" said Winthrop, looking after her as she left them.
"She had color enough before you came," said Garda, smiling, then laughing at recollections he could not share. "Have you come back as blind as you went away?"
"How blind is that?"
"Blind to all my faults," she responded, swinging her hat by its ribbons.
"Don't spoil your hat. No, I'm not blind to them, but we're going to cure them, you know."
"I'm so glad!"
He had taken a case from his pocket, and was now opening it; it held a delicate gold bracelet, exquisitely fashioned, which he clasped round her arm.
"How pretty!" said Garda. Her pleasure was genuine, she turned her hand so that she could see the ornament in every position.
"You prefer diamonds, I know," said Winthrop, smiling. "But you're not old enough to wear diamonds yet."