And the poor girl, loyal to Ruth, loyal to Philip, went straight to her room, locked the door, threw herself on the bed and sobbed as if her heart world break.

And then she prayed that her Father in Heaven would give her strength.

And after a time she was calm again, and went to her bureau drawer and took from a hiding place a little piece of paper, yellow with age.

Upon it was pinned a four-leaved clover, dry and yellow also.

She looked long at this foolish memento.