"Oh, yes, ma'am, I just gave that pin to Miss Iris this morning."
"You did! Where did you get it?"
"Well, I hooked it offen Agnes."
"What does this all mean? Why did you take it from Agnes? And where did she get it?"
"Well, Miss Darrel, ma'am, it's all mighty queer. I don't say's there's any such thing as luck, and then, I don't say as there isn't. Anyway, Mrs. Pell guarded that pin like everything while she was alive, and she left it to Miss Iris when she died. Don't that look like it was a Luck?"
"Oh, that bequest business was a joke. Surely you know that."
"Not altogether it wasn't. The dime part was, maybe, but that pin—why, I know that pin, I tell you!"
"Do you mean you'd know that pin apart from a lot of other common pins?"
"No'm—I don't know as I can say that—but, well, maybe I could tell it."
"Polly, you're out of your head! But never mind all that now, tell me what you think of Miss Iris' absence? You know her. Would she run off anywhere just before dinner on Sunday, without telling anyone?"