As Antoinette, a young girl who was about nine, was trotting trough the forest, she fell onto the ground. ` `What's this..?` ` Said the young Antoinette. ` `Oh, it's a locket! It's divine, absolutely divine.` ` Antoinette had always wanted to use the word Divine. She had always loved the word, but never could quite use it. Reader, do you know the meanign of the word Divine? I should suppose you do. If you don't, I would suggest you look it up in a dictionary. It is, might I say, a very fancy word.  Antoinette took the locket home and draped it around her neck. The ruby embedded in it sparkled in the crisp daylight.` `Father, this is such a pretty locket. Could I keep it? Please?` ` Asked the young girl to her father.      ` `Cripes.` ` Said her father. ` `You never learn. But I do suppose you can keep it, just because i'm not as rude as you might think.` `       Antoinette hugged her father. ` ` Thank you Father, Thank you!` ` Antoinette smiled.