Tom Smith was now in a furious passion.
"I'll be even with you for this!" he yelled after Bob, "with you and that ugly brute of a dog, too! Mark my words—I'll be even with you both!"
[CHAPTER IV]
ABOUT THE RUBY BROOCH
BOB hurried home, the brooch he had found safe in the breast-pocket of his coat. He did not show it to his aunt, as she was gossiping in the shop with a neighbour. She broke off in her conversation to tell him she had no further errands for him that night, and ordered him to take his supper and go to bed.
In the kitchen Lizzie had his supper ready. He showed her the brooch, allowing her to examine it in her own hand.
"'Tis lovely!" the girl exclaimed; "I believe those red stones are rubies! How they do sparkle, to be sure!"
"Yes, don't they?" said Bob. "That's how I came to find the brooch. I saw the stones sparkling."
"I've heard that rubies are just as valuable as diamonds," Lizzie told him; "if so, this brooch must be worth a pretty penny."
"What do you call a pretty penny, Lizzie?"