scarab for you. I bought it from a little Egyptian boy in Cairo. Now," she abruptly switched off, "I'll run up and put my bonnet on." She glanced at the watch on her wrist. "It's much too early for my train, but," she suggested good-naturedly, "seeing you're all hitched, David, I'm just going to ask you to let me run in to Martha Rand's, on my way to the depot and make her a five-minute call. There's plenty of time."
"See how I worked getting your father to take me to Martha's?" she sparkled triumphantly at Reba, when the girl accompanied her to the spare-chamber to help her on with her things. "Of course, you've got to have some imagination, as well as courage, to get what you want in this world. You've got to probe around and find the roundabout ways. Remember that, Reba, and remember too whose grandchild you are, and don't be afraid to put on the loud pedal. Good-by." She leaned suddenly and kissed Reba, rather damply, full on her mouth. Then, "Keep that scarab I brought," she said; "it will bring you luck. It stands for resurrection in Egypt."
