“Yes, memento. What did I say?”
“And Donald wants to give you the gold pins to wear them with. He is going to take you down-town to-morrow afternoon,—to choose them yourselves,—if you have no previous engagements.” Doctor Ward’s eyes twinkled.
“Don’t tease, papa! Isn’t that lovely of Don. What fun to choose our own pins, Eunice! And I love to go down-town with Don, anyway. He’s such a treaty fellow. He always gives us ice-cream and candy.”
The pins were duly selected, after much comparing, choosing, and rejecting. Donald quietly slipped a card into Cricket’s case, and when she reached home and displayed their final choice, she found Donald’s inscription with it.
To
Lady Greasewrister
and
Madame Van Twister
Her
Ladyship’s Sister.