“What is that, Harry?” she asked.
Harry drew out the watch, with pardonable pride.
“Where did you get it?” asked his mother, in amazement.
“A lawyer in New York gave it to me.”
“But what lawyer do you know, my son?” asked his mother, more and more bewildered.
“That isn’t all, mother. Look at that!”
Harry drew out the package of bonds, and displayed them to his astonished mother.
She at once concluded that he had found them.
“They are not yours, Harry,” she said. “If you found them, you must restore them to the owner.”
“So I will, Mrs. Gilbert. I give these bonds to you, and recommend you to take good care of them.”