If you will reach it down, I'll poah them into that." Beads of various sizes and colors, from garnet to amber, poured in a rainbow stream from the box to the wide-necked bottle.

Here and there was the glint of cut steel and the gleam of crystal, and several times Mary noticed a little Roman pearl like those on the rosary, and thought with a thrill of the necklace she intended to begin making that very day.

Suddenly Lloyd gave an exclamation and reversed the gay-colored stream, pouring it slowly back into the box from the bottle.
"I thought I saw that turquoise," she cried.

"I remembah now, it was in my hand when I took off my necklace, and I must have dropped them in heah togethah." She parted the beads with a cautious forefinger, pushing them aside one at a time.

Presently a bit of blue rolled uppermost, and she looked up triumphantly.