I advertised, or, rather, your father did; but we never
found an owner for it."
"I remember it now, mother. Have you got the ring still?"
"I will get it."
Mrs. Hoffman went to her trunk, and, opening it, produced the
ring referred to. It was a gold ring with a single stone of
considerable size.
"I don't know how much it is worth," said Mrs. Hoffman; "but if
the ring is a diamond, as I think it is, it must be worth as much
as twenty dollars."
"Did you ever price it?"
"No, Paul; I have kept it, thinking that it would be something to
fall back upon if we should ever be hard pressed. As long as we
were able to get along without suffering, I thought I would keep
it. Besides, I had another feeling. It might belong to some
person who prized it very much, and the time might come when we
could find the owner. However, that is not likely after so long
a time. So, if you cannot raise the money in any other way, you
may sell the ring."
"I might pawn it for thirty days, mother. By that time I should
be able to redeem it with the profits of my business."
"I don't think you could get enough from a pawn-broker."
"I can try, at any rate; but first I will see George Barry, and
find out whether he will take twenty dollars down, and the rest
at the end of a month.
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