Out of the bag she took first a small folded package.
"Do you remember the dry leaves I wanted to keep when I was so little ?" she whispered woefully.

"I was too little to know how to save them.

And you made me this tiny silk bag." Dowie's face was almost frightened as she drew back to look.

There was in her motherly soul the sudden sense of panic she had felt in the nursery so long ago.
"My blessed child!" she breathed.

"Not that one--after all that time!" "Yes," said Robin.