"Nothing near so much, Lu!"
"Why didn't you have them, then?" asked Rose, quickly.
"Oh, they belonged to Yone; and uncle gave me these, which I like better. Amber is warm, and smells of the earth; but this is cool and dewy, and"——
"Smells of heaven?" asked I, significantly.
Mr. Dudley began to fidget, for he saw no chance of finishing his exposition.
"As I was saying, Miss Louisa," he began, in a different key.
I took my beads and wound them round my wrist. "You haven't as much eye for color as a poppy-bee," I exclaimed, in a corresponding key, and looking up at Rose.
"Unjust. I was thinking then how entirely they suited you."
"Thank you. Vastly complimentary from one who 'don't like amber'!"
"Nevertheless, you think so."