"Yes," absently. "But I better have some pin-wheels, 'n' Roman candles, don't you think?" "Yes." Leander turned, and peered up at his sister's face. "You mad 'cause you didn't find it?" he asked. "No." "All right. I guess I'll get you 'n' marmer some kind of a present. I'll make marmer tell me what she'd like for 'bout fifty cents. Hi! marmer! I'll let you have three guesses 'bout what I've found--" Here Leander slammed in through the wide screen door which opened from the piazza into the hall. Leander's sister resumed her seat. She had taken up her book, and now sat looking at it in much the same attitude that had been hers when her brother called her. She could hear his shrill voice inside the house, as he told his mother of his find. After a few moments Carolyn heard the clock in the hall strike ten. At about ten the mail for "Savin Hill," as their place was called, was brought over from the village. But she continued to look intently down at her book for several minutes more. Then she rose slowly; she stood and gazed off across the lawn to where a sharp line of glitter showed between some savin-trees that had been left standing on the other side of the wall. These trees slanted south-westerly, as do most of the trees on the south shore of Massachusetts, being blown upon so much of their lives by the northeast wind. That line of glitter was Massachusetts Bay. Across the girl's vision moved two or three sails; but she did not seem to see them. Her eyes showed that she was not thinking of what was before her. Presently a clock somewhere in the house struck the half-hour after ten. A servant came out on the piazza with some papers and letters in her hand. She hesitated, then came forward. "You told me to bring the mail out here, Miss Ffolliott," she said, as if in apology. "So I did; thank you." "Why, Carolyn!" exclaimed a middle-aged lady, hurrying by the servant, "isn't this odd about Rodney's ring?" "Very," answered the girl. She held the papers in her hand and did not raise her eyes as she spoke. "I do wonder what he'll say," went on her mother. "I do wonder if he still cares. How upset he was! And how curious that he should have lost the ring just before the engagement was broken! It did seem almost like a forerunner." Mrs. Ffolliott held the trinket in her hand. Her son was standing beside her still, with his hands in his pockets. He was watching the ring somewhat as he would have watched it if his mother had been likely to devour it. "You know Devil took it, of course," answered Carolyn, without raising her eyes. "There's no other way to account for its being in the wall there." "It always seems so profane to speak of the crow in that way," murmured Mrs. Ffolliott. Whereat her son frankly exclaimed, "Oh, marmer, don't be a jackass! That's the crow's name, you know." "But he ought never to have been named in that way. I objected to it from the first." "Pooh!"--this from Leander.