It was what lifted me out of my dungeon of disappointment." Afterward Mary thought of a dozen things she wished she had said to Lloyd while they were there together in the privacy of the trunk-room.
She wished she had let her know in some way how much she admired her, and longed to be like her, and how she was going to try all the rest of her life to be a real maid of honor, worthy in every way of her love and confidence.

But some shy, unusual feeling of constraint crowded the unspoken words back into her throbbing little throat, and the opportunity passed.
Clasping the pearls around her neck, Lloyd picked up the sandalwood box again and shook it.

"Heah's a lot of loose beads of all kinds, with as many colahs as a kaleidoscope.

You do bead-work, don't you, Mary?
You may have these if you can use them." In response to her eager acceptance, Lloyd looked around for something to pour the beads into.

"There's an empty cologne bottle on that shelf above yoah head.