“What’s that you are tossing up in the air? Let me see it,” demanded the child, as Frale tossed and caught again a small, bright object. He kept on tossing it and catching it away from the two little hands stretched out to receive it. “Give it to me. Give it to me, Frale. Let me see it.”

He dropped it lightly in her palm. “Don’t you lose hit. That thar’s somethin’ ‘at’s got a charm to hit.”

“What’s a ‘charm to hit’? I don’t see any charm.”

Then Frale laughed aloud. He took it with his thumb and forefinger and held it between his eye and the sun. “Is that the way you see the ‘charm to hit’? Let me try.”