"An ear-ring?"
"No, I don't wear ear-rings."
"A hairpin?"
"No indeed! you saucy boy."
"Dear me! Then I shall have to give it up. Can't rack my brains any more. The strain is too great."
"What a bright boy you are at guessing! You shall have this bunch of daisies as a reward of merit. Are they not pretty? Don't despise them because they are weeds. Now I will tell you what I am looking for. I want very much to find a——"
"Stop a minute," said Paul, "I have it." And he stooped down, and plucked a four-leaved clover.
"That's the very thing," said Patty.
"Good luck to you!" said Paul, handing her the clover with a graceful bow.