"You do not appear to have pined away in my absence," he replied, shaking hands.
Miss Betty shrugged her shoulders. "I was never much on pining, but my curiosity has been sadly strained."
"What about?"
"You know very well. That ring."
"Now, if that isn't like Friendship," said Allan, laughing, as he followed her to the porch and made himself comfortable in one of the big rocking chairs. Rosalind sat on the step arranging her flowers and listening.
"I would have you know I have something else to think about besides foolish and unreasonable wills and lost jewels," Allan continued. "I regret I cannot relieve the strain, but so far as I know, the ring has not been heard of and is not likely to be."
"But if it should be found?" said Miss Betty. "Stranger things have happened."
"Yes," said Allan.
"Then the question is, do you know what you are going to do with it?"
"That is a question with which I shall not trouble myself until it is found. I am a lazy person, as you know, Cousin Betty."