"Oh, you fickle boy. But see what I have. What's this?"
He stared through the glassy eyes of complete helplessness. "It looks like a bracelet."
"Don't tell me you don't remember this!—the little bangle bracelet you gave me."
"D-did I give you a baygled branglet?"
"Of course you did. And the inscription. Don't you remember it?"
She held her wrist in front of his aching eyes and he perused as if it were his own epitaph, what she read aloud for him. "From Harry to Kitty, the Only Girl I Ever Loved."
"Good night!" he sighed to himself, and began to mop his brow with Snoozleums.
"You put it on my arm," said Kathleen, with a moonlight sigh, "and I've always worn it."
"Always?"