"You remember this little ring fastened to my watch-chain? It was my mother's, and is too small to pass the joint of my little finger. You have many a time sportively purloined it. It fitted your fore-finger. Try now."
She permitted the test. The ring dropped from the wasted little hand. Louis picked it up, and reattached it to the chain. An uneasy flush coloured his brow. Shirley again said, "It is not because I am ill."

"You remember this little ring fastened to my watch-chain? It was my mother's, and you have many a time playfully tried it on. It fitted your fore-finger. Try now."
She tried. The ring dropped from the wasted little hand. Louis picked it up; an uneasy flush coloured his brow.
Shirley again said, "It is not because I am ill."
