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THE MOTOR MAID
"You 've just bought this—to give to me?" he asked.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Why? Not because you want to 'pay me back' for asking you to lunch—or any such villainous thing, I hope, because ⸺"
I shook my head. "I did n't think of that. I got it because I wanted to bring you luck."
Then he slipped the coin into an inside pocket of his coat. "Thank you," he said. "But did n't I tell you that you 'd brought me something better than luck already?"
"What is better than luck?"
"An interest in life. And the privilege of being a brother."
