"Very odd indeed," he answered drily, as she reached her hand out into the sun and turned the diamonds so that they caught the light.
"Looks rather well on, doesn't it?" was his comment.
"It is a beautiful ring."
Horatio, standing behind her, twice extended his arms as if to gather her into them and twice withdrew them, deciding the action to be premature.
At length with a determined squaring of his shoulders, he locked his hands behind him and stood looking on while she continued to twist the ring this way and that.
"Well," yawned he after an interval, "I suppose I may as well put it back in the box."
"Don't you think it would be wiser if I took care of it for you, Hortie?" suggested she demurely. "You are dreadfully careless. Only a moment ago you had no idea where the ring was. If it is on my finger you'll know exactly."
"Bully idea! So I shall! Now tell me where you're off to. You were in a frightful hurry when you burst through that door."
"So I was," agreed Sylvia. "And here I am loitering and almost forgetting my errand. Come! We must hurry. I've got to go to town. Want to row me over?"
"You bet your life!"