"And it's a gold piece you've got, Mrs. Rollins!" she exclaimed. "Sure you're in luck, Maggie Marlow, for once in your life. It's ten dollars, as sure as you live. And I might be passin' it off for a quarter. I'll have to get it changed quick."
Mrs. Rollins had taken a dollar in silver, but there was a dollar and a half left besides the gold piece.
After she got into her own room it occurred to her that she might have hunted up the basket of provisions and helped herself from what was left.
"But it don't matter," she reflected. "With all this money I can buy what I like."
She put on her bonnet and shawl, and going down stairs went to the nearest grocery store.
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Marlow?" asked the grocer.
"You may give me a pound of tea, a pound of butter, a pound of sugar and a loaf of bread," answered Mrs. Marlow, volubly.
"Are you sure you've got money enough to pay for them?" asked the grocer, doubtfully.
"Yes, and more, too."
Upon this assurance the articles were put up, and Mrs. Marlow passed over the gold eagle.