Look!" She was holding in the air, between her thumb and forefinger, a folded bit of well-worn newspaper.

Her eyes sparkled.
"Shall I open it ?" she asked.
"Yes." "It's a little ring," she said; "looks like an engagement ring.
Something is written on it.

Look! 'May to Cass.'" Cass darted forward.

"It's mine," he stammered, "mine! I dropped it.
It's nothing--nothing," he went on, after a pause, embarrassed and blushing, as the girl and her companion both stared at him--"a mere trifle.

I'll take it." But the coroner opposed his outstretched hand.