Part 2 (2/2)
”I don't mean to sell it.”
”Then you're a fool; that's all I've got to say.”
”I don't suppose you will understand my feeling in the matter, but these articles belonged to my mother. They are all I have to remind me of her.
I do not mean to sell them unless it is absolutely necessary.”
”I would sell them quicker'n a wink,” said Bundy. ”What's the good of keeping them?”
”We won't discuss the matter,” said Rodney coldly.
”Do you mind my telling the other boys about your losing your money?”
”No; it will be known tomorrow at any rate; there is no advantage in concealing it.”
A heavy step was heard outside. It stopped before the door.
”I must be getting,” said Bundy, ”or I'll get into trouble.”
It was against the rule at the school for boys to make calls upon each other in the evening unless permission were given.
John Bundy opened the door suddenly, and to his dismay found himself facing the rigid figure of Dr. Sampson, the princ.i.p.al.
”How do you happen to be here, Bundy?” asked the doctor sternly.
”Please, sir, I was sympathizing with Ropes on his losing his money,”
said Bundy with ready wit.
”Very well! I will excuse you this time.”
”I'm awful sorry for you, Ropes,” said Bundy effusively.
”Thank you,” responded Rodney.
”You can go now,” said the princ.i.p.al. ”I have a little business with Master Ropes.”
”All right, sir. Good night.”
”Good night.”
”Won't you sit down, Dr. Sampson?” said Rodney politely, and he took the casket from the chair.
”Yes, I wish to have five minutes' conversation with you. So these are the jewels, are they?”
”Yes, sir.”
”They seem to be quite valuable,” went on the doctor, lifting the pearl necklace and poising it in his fingers. ”It will be well for you to have them appraised by a jeweler.”
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