"Guess we had better fix those two up at once," he said. "Any one got a knife?"
Keith put his hand in his pocket, and produced therefrom Meg's present.
"Great Cæsar, what a pig-sticker," said Fenton, holding it up.
"What made you buy such a thing, Stewart?" asked Felix, laughing.
"I didn't buy it," replied Keith; "it's a present from a lady."
"A very young lady, I should say," said Slingsby drily; "not much idea of taste."
"Matter of opinion," said Keith serenely; "I like the knife for the sake of the donor--her name's on the handle."
Fenton by this time had opened the bottle, and laid the knife down on the table, from whence Felix picked it up and examined it.
"'From Meg,'" he read, in an amused tone; "gad, Stewart, I thought it was the mother, not the daughter."
Fenton shot a fiery glance at Keith, who laughed in rather an embarrassed manner.