These she put in her trunk, but the gilt tongs seemed worthy of a place in the box.

The Pilgrim Father's card was dropped in beside it, then the heart-shaped dream-cake box, holding one of the white icing roses that had ornamented the bride's cake.

Last and most precious was the silver shilling, which she polished carefully with her chamois-skin pen-wiper before putting away.
"I don't need to look at _you_ to make me think of the Best Man," she said to the Philip on the coin.

"There's more things than you that remind me of him.

I certainly would like to know what sort of a fate you are going to bring me.