"It's open!" he cried. "That's what I call luck! I was afraid they would all be closed."
Grace looked at the store, and at the display of jewelry in the window, and then looked at Sam.
"I guess you know what it's going to be, Grace," he said rather tenderly, and looked her full in the eyes. "I want you to have just as good a one as Dora or Nellie."
"Oh, Sam! I—I don't understand," she stammered.
"It's an engagement ring. We are going in here and see what sort of rings this man has got. It looks like a reliable place."
"Oh, Sam!" and now, blushing deeply, Grace clung to his arm. "An engagement ring?"
"Sure! You ought to have had it long ago, then maybe we wouldn't have had any trouble."
"There wasn't any trouble, Sam—at least, I didn't make any trouble," she repeated; and then, as he caught her arm and dragged her into the shop, she murmured: "Oh, I—I feel so funny to go into a store for a thing like that! Don't you think I had better wait outside?"
"You can if you want to, after the jeweler has measured your finger, Grace. But what's the use of being so backward? As soon as we get back home you are going to be Mrs. Sam Rover, so you might as well get used to such things first as last."
Fortunately for the young couple it was a very elderly man—quite fatherly in appearance—who came to wait on them.