Tesney looked, and read: "To my daughter, Tesney."
"The man, Mrs. Wakely?" asked Tesney.
"Your father."
"His name, please?"
"Do you not know? Has not Agnes told you all about it? She said she would."
Tesney wore the ring, and renewed her hopes of getting something from the man whom she considered her father.
That very afternoon a pony, hitched to a dogcart and driven by Tesney, became frightened and ran. To keep the two children behind her from jumping from the cart and receiving unnecessary bruises Tesney held them with one hand and gripped the lines with the other. However, the animal's wild flight was of short duration, for the man of Tesney's suspicion stopped the pony and led the now docile beast back to Mrs. Wakely's gate. As Tesney lifted the crying children from the cart he said:
"Tesney, you are a good, brave girl. I was talking to Mrs. Wakely this morning about you. I gave her a ring for you. How do you like the present?"
"Well, sir, well," answered Tesney.
There were tears in her eyes, but the man did not see them.