By a strange magic the truth and sunlight of the girl's presence had for the time being dispelled all baser suspicions and Willie smiled kindly at the man beside him.
Holding out the crisp white package, Robert Morton came forward.
Delight looked questioningly from the box with its immaculate paper and neat pink string to its giver.
"He found he couldn't fix it himself," explained Willie, immediately interpreting the interrogation. "Neither him or I were guns enough for the job. So Bob got somebody he knew of to tinker it up."
"That was certainly very kind," returned Delight with gravity. "If you will tell me what it cost I—"
Again the old man stepped into the breach.
"Oh, I figger 'twarn't much," said he with easy unconcern. "The feller who did it was used to mendin' jewelry an' knew just how to set about it, so it didn't put him out of his way none."
"Yes," echoed Bob, with a grateful smile toward Willie. "It made him no trouble at all."
The two men watched the delicate fingers unfasten the package.
"See how nice 'tis," Willie went on. "You'd never know there was a thing the matter with it."