“Five hundred dollars,” Jimmie thought. “My first year in college.”
“But say!” he burst out once more. “John and Mary had a hand in it too.”
“We’ve been taken care of in another way.” There was a happy smile in John’s eyes. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten the diamonds we found in the old house.”
“Oh, oh, yes,” said Jimmie.
“They weren’t stolen at all,” Mary broke in. “They were part of the Judge Stark estate.”
“We turned them over to the Stark boys,” John continued. “They thought we should have some sort of reward. The old place is to be sub-divided and sold. There’s a small house, used to be a coachman’s house, in one corner by the drive.”
“A perfectly ducky little house,” Mary exclaimed. “All built of stone.”
“And they are giving us a deed to it,” said John.
“Us?” said Jimmie. Then, as the light broke in upon him, “You two are going to live there. Mary and John.”
“After a clergyman has said a few kind words to us,” John admitted.