"A gift! Is it from St. John's?"
"Ay."
"Then I been expectin' it," Peggy eagerly admitted. "Where is it, Dickie? I'm in haste to pry into that packet."
The letter and the package were handed over.
"'Tis not hard," said Dickie, "t' guess the contents of a wee box like that. I could surmise them myself."
Peggy started.
"Wh-wh-what!" she ejaculated. "You know the contents! Oh, dear me!"
"No, I don't know the contents. I could guess them, though, an I had a mind to."
"You never could guess. 'Tis not in the mind of a man t' fathom such a thing as that. There's a woman's secret in this wee box."
"'Tis a ring."