“Miss Hoffman, I never gave you a present in my life,” Jeff protested.
“You did!” sobbed Ellinor. She turned upon him, stamping her foot. “You said, when you gave it to me, that you hoped it would bring me good luck. And you’ve forgotten! You’d better keep a list! Turn your head away, I tell you!” She sank down on the bench.
Confused, mazed, bewildered, Jeff obeyed her.
She sprang to her feet. She was laughing, blushing, glowing. In her hand was the little gold chain.
“Now, you may look. Hold out your hand, sir!”
Jeff’s mind was whirling; he held out his hand. She laid a little gold locket in his palm. It was warm, that little locket.
“I have never seen this locket before in my life!” gasped Jeff.
“Open it!”
He opened it. The little eohippus glared up at him.