"I did not sell them. Not such a fool as that! I mean you to have them again some day, mother. I only gave them in pledge to him--he promising to advance my school expenses--until I should be able to repay him." "But that is for ever and ever," said one of the women. "Nothing of the sort. After two years at Aintab I shall be a teacher, and able to earn money for myself." Here Shushan looked up and spoke. She was very beautiful; not only with the beauty characteristic of her race--soft dark eyes, black pencilled eyebrows almost meeting, long curling eyelashes, and olive-tinted, regular features--but with the rarer loveliness of a sweet, pure expression, that suited well her name, Shushan, the Lily. During her four years of absence the familiar surroundings of home had become strange to her, so she spoke with a certain timidity. "My brother," she said, looking appealingly up to the tall youth whom she had left a mere child--"my brother, will you do something for me when you go to Aintab?" Kevork protested his willingness, although somewhat surprised. "My dearest friend," said Shushan, "the person I love best in the world, next after my father and mother and my brothers, is just now going to Aintab, to the school for girls. They hurried me away so quickly that I could not see her to say good-bye. And I shall not see her now; for, although she must pass by this on her way, she will not come into the town, but lodge in the khan outside. Will you salute her for me, and give her this as a gift from her poor little friend, Shushan Meneshian?" She drew from her bosom something resembling a necklace, made of amber beads, and held it out to Kevork. He stooped down to take it, saying, "Well, then, my sister, what is the name of the girl?" "Elmas Stepanian; she is the daughter of the Badvellie." "Badvellie" means "full of honour"; and the Armenians usually speak of their priests and pastors by this respectful title. "Stay, Kevork," said his mother. "You had better not take that _tebish_. Shushan is a child, and does not know the world. But do you think that it is possible the foreigners would allow the boys and the girls to speak to one another? They are very good people, else surely our cousins would not have let their own children, and Shushan, go to school to them." This certainly was a difficulty, and even Shushan looked perplexed. But Kevork was equal to the occasion. "Yon Effendi tells me that the foreign Effendis, men and women, talk to each other just as much and as often as they like," he said. "Shushan, my sister, I will pray of the Effendi who teaches me to give thy token to the Effendi who teaches Oriort[2] Elmas Stepanian, and she will find some right way, I have no doubt, of giving it to her."