"You're good, Hubert. Listen, I bought Louise a pair of gloves for four dollars today. Do you care? She's staying home from work, you know, to help me."
"Sure. Get her what you like. She's a good kid. Say, you'll need more money tomorrow. Here's another two hundred dollars I drew for you."
Lillian dropped it into her bag.
"I got you something else, too. I didn't want to give it to you till we were alone."
He handed her a little box. A jeweler's box. She opened it and saw a wedding ring sitting in its white velvet groove. A white gold ring with orange blossoms upon it.
"Gee, our tastes are alike," she said. "It's just what I wanted."
She slipped it upon her finger. It fitted and a sense of security came over her as she turned it about on her finger.
"I feel married," she said. It was very quiet in the little hall. She wished that Billy was there to make a wisecrack or that a troop of flappers would come down the stairs. You feel kind of silly when it's all very quiet and somebody has done something nice and for the first time in your life you have the sensation of being cared for and anchored.
She turned the ring again on her finger.
"It's got initials inside," Hubert said. "It says H. to L. and it says the date."
"Does it? Gee, that's great. Well, got to go up now."
"Give me a little kiss?"
"What for?"
