“Take it, please. I—I’m sorry you showed it to me.”
“Why?”
“Because—I shan’t like this—this cheap thing any more. It—isn’t fit to remember you by. It—isn’t like you, the same’s this one is.”
His face flushed. He bent toward her eagerly.
“Give me the little blue ring, Jennie; I’d like to keep it—just to remind me that there is a woman in the world who loved to do things for me—— That’s what you said, and I shan’t forget it in a hurry.”
She pulled the ring from her hand with a listless gesture.
“You c’n have it, if you want it,” she said.
She swallowed hard, her childish lips trembling piteously.
“I shan’t care ’bout it no more.”