"My experience!--silly! I thought everybody knew on which hand the engagement finger was--there!--that is the finger!"
She held out to him a finger which, if it was small, was slim and daintily fashioned. He bent and kissed it.
"Dear digit!--salutation! Now, you unclothed midget, I'll clothe you with this ring."
"Oh, Rodney, what--what a darling!"
She pressed it to her lips.
"Does it fit?"
"As if it were made for me."
"Isn't that wonderful, when I only guessed?"
"Thank you--thank you, Rodney."
"It's only a poor little ring--a love token, to mark you as my own--that's all. But one day I'll give you the finest ring that money can buy, and you can put it in the place of this."