"Yes."
"For you to keep and not give back?"
"Yes, of course!"
"But Henry Wheelock made it for me out of a ten-cent piece. I've only had it a little while."
"Oh, Cyrus! Would you be so mean as that?"
"I'm not mean! You know I'm not mean! Henry Wheelock made it out of my own ten-cent piece and I—I—don't want to lose it."
A look of sorrow in Ruth's eyes suddenly changed to contempt. "Then keep your old ring! I'm sure I don't want it." And she pulled away the hand that was in his, wheeled about and started to reënter the house. But Cyrus caught her by the arm.
"Oh, that's all right, Ruthy! You shall have it. Come. Don't let's fight."
So began this lovers' quarrel. But as often happens, the male of the species besought and appealed, apologized, promised everything, acknowledged guilt and sufficiently humbled himself until Sweet Peace returned. Then all was forgiven, and a second time they started for the church. Zac brought up the rear.