What they possess belongs to both in common." "I know--it is so said--but--you have had of me for all your bounty only my thanks--and----" she smiled tremulously, "-- --a wild rose-bud.
And you have given so much--so much--and I am far too poor to render----" "What have I asked of you!" I said impatiently.
"Nothing.

And so I am the more inclined to give--I know not what." "Shall I tell you what to offer me?
Then offer me the privilege of giving.

It is the rarest gift within your power." She sat looking at me while the soft colour waned and deepened in her cheeks.
"I--give," she said in a voice scarce audible.
"Then," said I, very happily, "I am free to tell you that I have commanded for your comfort a host of pretty things, and a big box of wood and brass, with a stout hide outside, to keep your clothing in! The lady of Captain Cresson, of the levies, has a noble one.

Yours is its mate.

And into yours will fit your gowns and shoon, patches and powder, and the hundred articles which every woman needs by day and night.