Such, he had learned, was not Sunday-school language.

"I wouldno' show it to a dog," said he.
Maisie Shepherd, aware of romantic foolishness, slipped a cornelian heart from a thin gold chain round her neck.

"It's all I can give you for a prize, if you will have it." If he would have it?
The Koh-i-Noor' in his clutch (and a knowledge of its value) could not have given him more thrilling rapture.

He was speechless with amazement; Maisie, thrilled too, realized that a word spoken would have rung false.

The boy gloated over his treasure; but she did not know--how could she ?--what it meant to him.