Then she allowed herself to be kissed, which was, indeed, inevitable.

Finally she turned them over and over in her hands; and he began to be puzzled by her.
"They are much too good for me.

I don't know whether you ought to give me such precious things.

I am dreadfully careless and forgetful.

Mamma always says so." "I shall want you to wear them so often that you won't have a chance of forgetting them," he said gaily.
"Will you?
Will you want me to wear them so often ?" she asked, in an odd voice.