"Say, Dougal, would you mind taking this to a jeweler and having it adjusted for me?" she said suddenly. "It doesn't go very well, and I won't have time to attend to it. Don't forget it. I'll tell you—perhaps you'd better give it to Elsie—and let her take charge of it."
He took it and put it in his vest pocket. "All right," he said, "I'll give it to her."
"Tell her to be careful of it, I'm awfully fond of that watch!" she added. Then her fingers went to the little gold chain with the swastika at her neck and she started to unclasp that, too.
"And, Dougal—"
"What?"
She left the chain where it was.
"Never mind, it's nothing. Good-by, Dougal, you may kiss me if you want to!"
"Do I want to!" He gave her a bear's hug, and a brother's kiss.
She was still unready to go and stood looking at him whimsically. Then, impulsively, she seized his arm and drew him back under an arc light, and held up her face.
"Dougal," she said, "will you answer me something absolutely honestly?"