She could not help watching Tommy for backslidings, but oh, it was sweet to her to decide that she had not found any.
"It was I who was horrid," she announced to him frankly, and Tommy forgave her at once.

She offered him a present: "When the doctor died I gave some of his things to his friends; it is the Scotch custom, you know.

He had a new overcoat; it had been worn but two or three times.
I should be so glad if you would let me give it to you for saying such sweet things about him.

I think it will need very little alteration." Thus very simply came into Tommy's possession the coat that was to play so odd a part in his history.

"But oh, Grizel," said he, with mock reproach, "you need not think that I don't see through you! Your deep design is to cover me up.