Mr. World carefully guarded his much esteemed friend during their sight-seeing from garden to garden, for at times they encountered throngs of people.
I saw them eventually seek rest on rustic chairs where their conversation deepened into the relations they sustained one to the other, succeeded at last by a tender, thoughtful silence.
In the midst of their reveries they noticed a little spider, swinging on its silken thread, floating in the air between them.
“You rude little creature! Why do you come, at such a time, between my friend and me?” said Miss Church-Member in a half humorous mood.
“It may be for a purpose, dear. Perhaps the little insect poses here to remind us that we can never escape the foe that seeks to separate us.”
“Quite an ingenious explanation,” she said with deepening seriousness. “But who is that lurking foe who seeks our separation?”
“’Tis better to learn to know your enemies than to be told of them. Hence look through your eyes askance.”
Just at this instant Miss Church-Member raised her hand and caught the little intruder, placing it alive into a locket which she had secretly carried ever since she had visited the Pawn Shop.
“What can be the meaning of that?” queried Mr. World as he saw, through the glass of the little lid, the struggling insect.
“So may it be to any foe that seeks to separate us,” she explained.