“I don’t have to be told,” Mr. Todd said facetiously. “Say, but it’s handsome! I shouldn’t wonder if it cost as much as two hundred and fifty.”
“Not dollars?” exclaimed the girl, in an awestruck voice.
“Sure! He must have thought a lot of you to give you that—eh, Miss Jennie?”
The girl did not answer. She was putting on her gloves with an air of offended dignity.
“I guess it ain’t any of your affairs,” she said, her lips trembling, “if I’ve got a friend or two.”
“Don’t sit on me too hard,” begged Mr. Todd. “I didn’t mean anything out of the way. I couldn’t help noticing the sparkler on your hand. Most anybody would. Get it to-day?”
“Yes, I did,” admitted the girl. “But you don’t need t’ ask me who give it t’ me, for I shan’t tell; so there!”
“I wasn’t going to ask,” asserted Mr. Todd truthfully. “I—er—congratulate you, though. You’ll let me do that, won’t you?”
The girl hunched the shoulder nearest him and eyed him sulkily over its slender defence.