It is half an hour later. He has induced her to eat something; and at her request has eaten something himself—as a fact, being both young, they were both extremely hungry, and are now feeling infinitely better.
"I want a fresh handkerchief," says Tita, looking up at him shyly, but with a smile that shows all her pretty teeth. "See how you have made me cry!" She holds up the little damp rag that she has been using since her arrival. "Give me one out of my bag."
Opening her bag to get the handkerchief desired, something else falls to the floor—a small thing. He picks it up.
"Why, what is this?" says he.
"Oh, it is my—— Give it to me. It is my forget-me-not," says she, colouring hotly.
A pause.
"The little plant I sent?" asks he softly.
"Yes," in a lovely, shamefaced way.
"You kept that?"
"To plant it here."