Besides, love is never satisfied with half measures." She drew the girl down into the chair before the fire and fussed over her tenderly till she grew calmer.

And then presently she slipped away.
Doris finished her tea slowly with her eyes on the red coals, then rose at length to continue her dressing.

As she stood at the table twisting up her hair, her glance fell on a small packet that lay there.
With fingers that trembled a little she opened it.

It contained a small object wrapped in a slip of paper.

There was writing upon it, which she deciphered as she unrolled it.