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The Good Little Girl
by [?]

‘They seem to be with you. Pearls, too, and such fine ones! Here, Priscilla, take them; they’re your property.’

Priscilla put her hands behind her: ‘No, indeed, Dick, they are of no use to me. Keep them, please; they may help to remind you of what I have said.’

‘It’s awfully kind of you,’ said Dick, looking really touched. ‘Then–since you put it in that way–thanks, I will, Priscilla. I’ll have them made into a horse-shoe pin.’

‘You mustn’t let it make you too fond of dress, then,’ said Priscilla; ‘but I’m afraid you’re that already, Dick.’

‘A diamond!’ he cried; ‘go on, Priscilla, I’m listening–pitch into me, it will do me a lot of good!’

But Priscilla thought it wisest to say no more just then.

That night, after Priscilla and Cathie and Belle had gone to bed, Dick and his mother sat up talking until a late hour.

‘Is dear little cousin Priscilla to be a permanency in this establishment?’ began her cousin, stifling a yawn, for there had been a rather copious flow of precious stones during the evening.

‘Well, I shall keep her with us as long as I can,’ said Mrs. Hoyle, ‘she’s such a darling, and they don’t seem to want her at home. I’m sure, limited as my means are, I’m most happy to have such a visitor.’

‘She seems to pay her way–only her way is a trifle trying at times, isn’t it? She lectured me for half an hour on end without a single check!’

‘Are you sure you picked them all up, dear boy?’

‘Got a few of the best in my waistcoat-pocket now. I’m afraid I scrunched a pearl or two, though: they were all over the place, you know. I suppose you’ve been collecting too, mater?’

‘I picked up one or two,’ said his mother; ‘I should think I must have nearly enough now to fill a bandbox. And that brings me to what I wanted to consult you about, Richard. How are we to dispose of them? She has given them all to me.’

‘You haven’t done anything with them yet, then?’

‘How could I? I have been obliged to stay at home: I’ve been so afraid of letting that precious child go out of my sight for a single hour, for fear some unscrupulous persons might get hold of her. I thought that perhaps, when you came home, you would dispose of the jewels for me.’

‘But, mater,’ protested Dick, ‘I can’t go about asking who’ll buy a whole bandbox full of jewels!’

‘Oh, very well, then; I suppose we must go on living this hugger-mugger life when we have the means of being as rich as princes, just because you are too lazy and selfish to take a little trouble!’

‘I know something about these things,’ said Dick. ‘I know a fellow who’s a diamond merchant, and it’s not so easy to sell a lot of valuable stones as you seem to imagine, mother. And then Priscilla really overdoes it, you know–why, if she goes on like this, she’ll make diamonds as cheap as currants!’

I should have thought that was a reason for selling them as soon as possible; but I’m only a woman, and of course my opinion is worth nothing! Still, you might take some of the biggest to your friend, and accept whatever he’ll give you for them–there are plenty more, you needn’t haggle over the price.’

‘He’d want to know all about them, and what should I say? I can’t tell him a cousin of mine produces them whenever she feels disposed.’

‘You could say they have been in the family for some time, and you are obliged to part with them; I don’t ask you to tell a falsehood, Richard.’

‘Well, to tell you the honest truth,’ said Dick, ‘I’d rather have nothing to do with it. I’m not proud, but I shouldn’t like it to get about among our fellows at the bank that I went about hawking diamonds.’