“And now how much will you allow me for this pin?” asked Oliver, as he drew it from his wallet. “It is a pure diamond.”
“Is this also a gift?”
“Yes, sir.”
The clerk took it back to the private office. When he returned he told Oliver to go back, as the proprietor would like to see him.
Oliver did so, and found himself face to face with a thin, sharp nosed individual.
“Where did you get that pin?” was the man’s question.
“My father gave it to me on Christmas, two years ago.”
“Rather a fine Christmas gift.”
“It was, sir.”