"But you needn't keep my hand," says she.
"No trouble," says I. "Besides, I thought I'd inspect what kind of a manicure you take of. M-m-m-m! Pretty fair, no hangnails, all the half-moons showin' proper, an——" I broke off sudden at that and sat starin' blank.
"Well, anything else?" says she.
"I—I guess not," says I, lettin' her hand slip. "You've chucked it, eh?"
"Chucked what?" says she.
"Nothing much," says I. "But for awhile there, you know, just for fun you was wearin' something of mine."
"Oh!" she flashes back. "Then at last you've missed it, have you?"
"With so much else worth lookin' at," says I, "is it a wonder?"
"Blarney!" says she, stickin' out her tongue.
"Did Aunty capture it?" says I.