“Would you like to have a watch, too?” he asked.
“Yes, indeed, I would,” said Jennie, with a deep breath.
The next day he stopped as he was passing a jewelry store and bought one. It was gold, and had pretty ornamented hands.
“Jennie,” he said, when she came the next time, “I want to show you something. See what time it is by my watch.”
Jennie drew out the watch from his waistcoat pocket and started in surprise.
“This isn’t your watch!” she exclaimed, her face full of innocent wonder.
“No,” he said, delighted with his little deception. “It’s yours.”
“Mine!” exclaimed Jennie. “Mine! Oh, isn’t it lovely!”
“Do you think so?” he said.
Her delight touched and pleased him immensely. Her face shone with light and her eyes fairly danced.