“To match the ring,” he had whispered.
Sallie’s gaze had fastened on the jewels that laughed up through semi-darkness.
“Oh—I—couldn’t!” she breathed at last. And don’t imagine it was easy.
“Please! Just because I want you to.”
“But I—I couldn’t, Jimmie.”
“But if I ask you? I’m crazy about you, Baby. Never was so keen on a girl in my life.”
Sallie gulped hard and, without looking at it, unclasped the clinging circlet.
“Please,” he protested as she handed it back. “Please—dear!”
She shook her head decisively.
“But I want to see you in pretty things. I want you to have them.”