"Say! Now that you've done me the honor to give me a second chance at lovin' you, there's somethin' I want to ask."
"Ask it."
"What's in that locket?"
She laughed as she caught it in her fingers.
"My luck!"
"I understand that. It brought me luck, too, but there's something else. Won't you tell me?"
She unclasped the trinket and held it in her hand, turning it over slowly. Then she sprung the catch and held it so he could see.
Behind the disc of mica lay a piece of oat straw.
"That is the last straw," she said simply.
He did not understand.