"Here is a jewelry store. We can go in and inquire."
They entered the store, and Frank, calling attention to the ring, inquired its probable value.
"It might be worth about three cents," said the jeweller, laughing. "I hope you didn't give much more for it."
"I gave a dollar," said Jonathan, in a voice which betrayed his anguish.
"Of whom did you buy it?"
"Of a man in the street."
"Served you right, then. You should have gone to a regular jewelry store."
"The man said it cost him fifteen dollars," said Jonathan, sadly.
"I dare say. He was a professional swindler, no doubt."
"I'd like to give him a lickin'," said Jonathan, wrathfully, as they left the store.