"You believe in four-leaf clover, then?"
She nodded.
"I do. I also am very careful," he added, "to catch the money-patches
on my coffee."
She laughed. After all, there was something old-fashioned about this
man. "And I never think of plucking a five-leaf. That's bad luck."
"The worst kind of bad luck. I remember, when I was a kid, I never
played hooky without first hunting up my four-leaved amulet. If I got
a licking when I returned home, why, I consoled myself with the
thought, that it might have been ten times worse but for the
four-leaf."
They moved about, looking here and there, while the horses buried
their noses in the wet grass and threatened never to return to the
road again. After a diligent search Patty found a beautiful four-leaf
clover. She exhibited it in triumph.
"You've better luck than I," said Warrington. "We shall have to go on
without my finding one."
"You may have this one," she replied; "and I hope it will bring you
all sorts of good luck."
He took out his card-case and made room for the little amulet.
"It is impossible not to be fortunate now," he said, with a gravity
that was not assumed.
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