"There it is!" Mary flushed guiltily at sight of the turquoise, wondering what Lloyd would think if she knew that she had overheard what Phil had said about that bit of something blue.

She went back to her chair and her book by the window after Lloyd left, but the book lay unopened in her lap.

She had many things to think of while she slowly turned the bottle between herself and the light and watched its shifting colors.

Several times a black bead appeared among the others.
"I'd have had to use black beads more than once," she reflected, "if _I_ had been making a rosary, for there's the day I was so rude to Girlie Dinsmore, and the awful time when I got so interested that I eavesdropped." * * * * * The wedding was all that Mrs.Sherman had planned, everything falling into place as beautifully and naturally as the unfolding of a flower.
The assembled guests seated in the great bower of roses heard a low, soft trembling of harp-strings deepen into chords.

Then to this accompaniment two violins began the wedding-march, and the great gate of roses swung wide.