"Valuable, how? And where is it?"
"Well, you know, Mrs. Pell, she set great store by that pin. Many's the time, when she's been goin' to New York or somewhere, she's said to me, 'Polly, you keep this safe till I get home,' and she'd hand me that self-same pin. And would I guard it? Well, wouldn't I!"
"But why, why, Polly, did she set such store by it?"
"It was her Luck, Miss Iris——"
"Luck, fiddlesticks! Aunt Ursula wasn't a fool! If she'd kept that pin for luck, she'd have stuck it away and left it alone."
"Now, you know there's no telling what Mrs. Pell would do! Anybody else might have done this or that, but there's no use sayin' she would. She was a law unto herself. But, anyway, that pin's valuable, and it don't matter for what reason! So, I got it away from Agnes, who hasn't a mite of right to it, and saved it for you. Why, Miss Iris, didn't your aunt, time and again, say she was goin' to leave you a valuable pin? Her little joke was neither here nor there. She said she'd leave you a valuable pin—and she did!"
"You're crazy too, Polly. Well, give me the pin; let me see if I can discover its great value. Perhaps if I rub it a Slave of the Pin will appear, to grant my wishes!"
"Here it is, Miss Iris," and Polly drew a pin from her bodice, "but for the land's sake be careful of it! Do, now!"
"I will, honest, I will," and Iris smiled as she took the common pin from the trembling fingers of the old woman.
"Lemme keep it for you, Miss Iris, dear. Won't you?"