"I would say, that's probably the one to get," replied Tony. "It's got all the years woven into it, stand by strand."

      "But will Sylvia ever wear it?" I said to him. "Where would she wear such a precious chain? It would probably lie in a drawer except for the once in a year occasions. But this isn't the way our love has been."

      "You must decide," said Tony.

      Actually the final decision wasn't made by me. It was made by budgetary restrictions. With our country in a financial crisis, we were given only small amounts of money; they called it expense money. Most of it went for food. Still, the final choice was a far better one. I had noticed on one of the racks an equally exquisite chain, only much lighter and of sturdier construction, one that Sylvia could wear every day.

      "This she can wear dancing," I said to Tony. "It won't hang like a millstone around her neck."

      "Excellent thought," Tony replied. "Relationships have a habit of becoming like millstones around people's necks instead of being delightful, befitting for dancers."

      "I hadn't thought of that!" I said to him, "you're a genius."

      "Me a genius? Not at all," he grinned.

      In any case, Sylvia was delighted with the present, and she did wear it for dancing. For Anton, I got a pin with a diamond set in silver, befitting for a 'Morning Star.'

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