"By the way, Aunt Deborah," he said, casually, "have you noticed this ring on my middle finger?"
"No, I didn't notice it before, Ferdinand. It's very handsome."
"I should think it ought to be, Aunt Deborah," said the young man.
"Why?"
"It cost enough to be handsome."
"How much did it cost?" asked the old lady, not without curiosity.
"Guess."
"I aint no judge of such things; I've only got this plain gold ring.
Yours has got some sort of a stone in it."
"That stone is a diamond, Aunt Deborah!"
"You don't say so! Let me look at it. It aint got no color. Looks like glass."