"Have you missed the ring, Hilda?"
"Missed it?" she held up her slender finger. "My heart has been empty without it," she said.
"Then let me put it on again for you."
"Can you? Is—isn't it sold?"
"Of course not. Do you think that I could sell that ring?"
"But—but the furniture in Judy's room?"
"When I saw that you must have Judy with you, Hilda, I went into debt for the furniture. Oh, never mind all that now, my darling—the debt is paid in full a week ago, and I have the receipt in my pocket. Now I am going upstairs to fetch the ring."
CHAPTER XIX.
GOOD OMENS.
And so the shadows fall apart,
And so the west winds play;
And all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.