the floor at her feet. Then began an embarrassed search for the
coin--in the wrong direction, of course. He knew precisely where
it had rolled, but purposely looked under the seats on the other
side of the car. She drew her skirts aside and assisted in the
search. Four different times he saw the little piece of money,
but did not pick it up. Finally, laughing awkwardly, he began to
search on her side of the car. Whereupon she rose and gave him
more room. She became interested in the search and bent over to
scan the dark corners with eager eyes. Their heads were very
close together more than once. At last she uttered an
exclamation, and her hand went to the floor in triumph. They
arose together, flushed and smiling. She had the coin in her
hand.

"I have it," she said, gaily, a delicious foreign tinge to the
words.

"I thank you--" he began, holding out his hand as if in a dream
of ecstacy, but her eyes had fallen momentarily on the object of
their search.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, the prettiest surprise in the world coming
into her face. It was a coin from her faraway homeland, and she
was betrayed into the involuntary exclamation. Instantly,
however, she regained her composure and dropped the piece into
his outstretched hand, a proud flush mounting to her cheek, a
look of cold reserve to her eyes. He had, hoped she would offer
some comment on what she must have considered a strange
coincidence, but he was disappointed. He wondered if she even
heard him say: