"Oh, Hortie! Isn't it beautiful!" Sylvia cried. "It fairly takes away my breath."
"Like it?"
"It is perfectly lovely!"
"Try it on."
She shook her head.
"It wouldn't fit me. My hands are too small."
"It's a small ring. Here. Put it on," he urged, holding it toward her.
"Well, I suppose I might try it to please you. But I know it will be too large."
She slipped it on her finger.
"Why, it does fit. How odd!"