Give me this picture.

I'll keep it for your sake." "I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister.

As to the picture, I'll keep it myself, though, if you _do_ go I shall need no memorial of _you_.

I'd a good many things to say to you, besides--but you've put them all out of my head." With this, she burst into tears, and sank with her face upon his shoulder.

Thames did not try to cheer her.