Now that he was dethroned John himself would take his place. This would be gratifying, though just at present, and till the beginning of the next month, he would be distressed for ready money.
“Well, that’s a stunner!” he said. “How do you feel about it? Shall you stay in school?”
“No; I can’t afford it. I must get to work.”
“Isn’t there anything left—not a cent?”
“There may be a few dollars.”
“And then,” said Bundy with a sudden thought, “there is this casket of jewelry. You can sell it for a good deal of money.”
“I don’t mean to sell it.”
“Then you’re a fool; that’s all I’ve got to say.”
“I don’t suppose you will understand my feeling in the matter, but these articles belonged to my mother. They are all I have to remind me of her. I do not mean to sell them unless it is absolutely necessary.”
“I would sell them quicker’n a wink,” said Bundy. “What’s the good of keeping them?”