"What can be the meaning of that?" queried Mr. "World as he saw, through
the glass of the little lid, the struggling insect.
"So may it be to any foe that seeks to separate us," she explained.
"Then let me carry the locket," he suggested. "You have captured the
foe; allow me to keep him imprisoned."
There was a happy exchange of glances as she pressed the little prison
into his hand. "It is yours forever," she pledged under the sway of
her rising emotions.
And he, accepting it with a warm heart, spoke thus in glowing words:
"I accept the endless task and also pledge to the utmost of my power
to keep any foe imprisoned that seeks to rob your life of any passing
happiness."
"Shall we go still higher?" he soon asked as he fixed his eyes on the
dizzy terraces two thousand feet above them.
"In your presence I fear no height," was her confiding response.
The trolley cars ascended no higher, so they proceeded to the interior
elevators. But they were told that no visitors were allowed above that
point that privilege being reserved alone for the inventors.
"Are we permitted to visit the interior apartments of this tower, even
below us?" asked Mr.
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