'O I knew about you,' said Hazel.
'How long ago?'
'Different things at different times. Mr. Rollo,'with a little blush and hesitation,'will you tell me how you knew the size of my finger?'
'Let me look at it.' And he took the little hand, tried the ring up and down the finger, kissed it, and finally let it go.
'It fits' was all his remark.
If that is the way you are always ready to help me!Hazel thought. But as no such idea could venture out, and as the next question that stood ready was altogether too much "in line," a squirrel up in the tree had it all to himself for a few minutes. Rollo waited for the next question to come, but as it tarried he remarked quietly,
'You may remember, I had a glove of yours in my possession.'
'You. Where did you get it?'
'I picked it up. I have often done that for ladies' gloves;but I never kept one before.'
'You picked it up?' Hazel repeated slowly. 'I never lose my gloves. And you are not one of those silly people who steal them. Where did you pick it up, Mr. Rollo?'