"It's what we call a man's ring.

This is the kind women usually wear." He held up a thin platinum band of delicate workmanship which Allegheny examined with frank disdain.
[Image: "THIS ONE'LL DO FOR ME," SHE DECLARED.

"AND IT'S A WHOPPER!"] "Pshaw! I'd bust that the first time I hoed a row of 'taters," she declared.

"I got to have things stout, for me." "But," Gray protested, in even a milder voice, "you probably wouldn't want to wear expensive jewelry in the garden." Miss Briskow held her hand high, admiring the play of light upon the facets of the splendid jewel, then she voiced a complacent thought that has been variously expressed by other women better circumstanced than she--"If we can afford to buy 'em, I reckon we can afford to wear 'em." Not until Gray had suggested that her days of work in the fields were probably about ended did the girl's expression change.

Then indeed her interest was arrested.