Jane answered his knock with a call to enter. He stepped in with the package in his hand, but as he removed his hat the parcel dropped to the floor and when he regained an erect position after recovering it his face was fiery red. "What's your trouble tonight, Two-Bits?" Jane asked, approaching him. "In," he began and stopped to clear his throat. He swallowed with great difficulty. "In--In recognition of your--your God--" He coughed and swallowed once more. _"What?"_--in amazement. "In recognition of your God--your God given beauty, an' estim--estimable qualifications--" He ran a finger inside his collar and dropped his hat. Perspiration stood on his lip in beads and his dismayed eyes roved the room. He moved his feet nervously. "In recognition of your God--" he began again, but broke short: "Hell, ma'am," he exploded, "my brother taught me a fine speech-- "Here!"--holding the package toward her with an unsteady hand and a great relief coming into his eyes. "I found this in th' road an' thought mebby you might want 'em." Controlling her desire to laugh at his confusion Jane took the package and turned it over in her hands. "What is it, Two-Bits? Why do you bring it to me?" "I can't use it--'em. I thought ... I ..." he began, backing rapidly toward the door, moving with accelerated speed as he put distance between them. "Two-Bits, you wait!" she commanded. "I'm going to find out what this is before you go." He looked about in a fresh agony of embarrassment but her order had rendered him unable to move. Jane broke the string, took off the wrapping and opened a paper box. Within reposed a pair of spurs, as small spurs as her boots were small boots. They were beautiful products of some mountain forge, one-piece steel, heavily engraved by hand, silver plated. Small silver chains and hand-tooled straps were attached and as she held them up the delicate rowels jingled like tiny bells. "Two-Bits!" she cried. "Aren't they beautiful?" "Yes, ma'am," he said, and made for the door again. She caught him by the arm that time, else he would have fled, and she made him look at her. "Two-Bits, you lied to me! You didn't find these on the road, now, did you?" "Well, that is.... Not exactly, ma'am,"--weakly. "Where did they come from?" "A fella, he made 'em an' give 'em to me an' they was too small for me--" "Don't you tell me another single lie! _Where_ did you get them?" "Well ... I had 'em made,"--swallowing again, and _very_ weakly. "Two-Bits!"--seizing his rough, cold hand while a suggestion of tears came into her eyes. "You had these made for me? Why, bless your heart, I've never had a finer gift before. And to think-- "You're a dear!" "Oh, my gosh!" he whimpered, and despite her detaining hand, fled the disquieting presence. * * * * *