After a diligent search Patty found a beautiful four-leaf clover.

She exhibited it in triumph.
"You've better luck than I," said Warrington.

"We shall have to go on without my finding one." "You may have this one," she replied; "and I hope it will bring you all sorts of good luck." He took out his card-case and made room for the little amulet.
"It is impossible not to be fortunate now," he said, with a gravity that was not assumed.
She looked at him dubiously.

No, there was no laughter in his eyes; he was perfectly serious.
They walked the horses over a small hill, then mounted.

It was a very pleasant morning for Warrington.