"Grace, Grace!" cried Kate, attempting to stop her saucy speech.
"And sleep with it under their pillow."
"Cousin Grace!"
"I have done," she said, quietly.
"You well may be. Oh, if I do not wish you had a lover, that I could repay you in kind!"
"Perhaps I have!" was the imperturbable rejoinder of the maiden.
"I dare say fifty whom you call so. Among the gay Oxford gallants, the heiress of a coronet could not be without admirers; but oh, if I knew only of one lover who could set that little heart of yours a trembling!"
"You forget your locket, cousin," said the other, gravely.
"What shall be done with it, Grace?"
"Send it to Lester, with this message: 'He who returns this gift of love to her who sends it, shall with love be met.' Now is not that very pretty, and as it should be?"