“I used once to see pictures in the fire,” said Lizzie playfully, “to please my brother. Shall I tell you what I see down there where the fire is glowing?”

They had risen, and were standing on the hearth, the time being come for separating; each had drawn an arm around the other to take leave.

“Shall I tell you,” asked Lizzie, “what I see down there?”

“Limited little b?” suggested Bella with her eyebrows raised.

“A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.”

“Girl’s heart?” asked Bella, with accompanying eyebrows.

Lizzie nodded. “And the figure to which it belongs⁠—”

“Is yours,” suggested Bella.