“Another piece of Aunt Jane's wedding cake?”
“No, guess again.”
“Chocolates?”
“Who'd think you were so stupid,” he said, putting two fingers into his waistcoat pocket.
“Oh—h!” gasped Ruth, in delight.
“You funny girl, didn't you expect an engagement ring? Let's see if it fits.”
He slipped the gleaming diamond on her finger and it fitted exactly.
“How did you guess?” she asked, after a little.
“It wasn't wholly guess work, dearest.” From another pocket, he drew a glove, of grey suede, that belonged to Ruth's left hand.
“Where did you get that?”