“Yes, very pretty. I have always liked Leslie,” replied my mother.
“But it feels so heavy—it fidgets me. I should like to take it off.”
“You are like me, I never could wear rings. I hated my wedding ring for months.”
“Did you, mother?”
“I longed to take it off and put it away. But after a while I got used to it.”
“I’m glad this isn’t a wedding ring.”
“Leslie says it is as good,” said I.
“Ah well, yes! But still it is different—” She put the jewels round under her finger, and looked at the plain gold band—then she twisted it back quickly, saying:
“I’m glad it’s not—not yet. I begin to feel a woman, little mother—I feel grown up to-day.”
My mother got up suddenly and went and kissed Lettie fervently.