“A ring!” Kitty gasped. “Where did it come from?”
“Under that rhododendron bush. It must have been there for ages. See how old the case is.”
“What a perfectly gorgeous stone!” Kitty said, her eyes shining with admiration. “Some one must have lost it, don’t you think?”
“But it was buried,” Doris reminded her. “If we hadn’t uprooted that rhododendron bush, we’d never have discovered it.”
The excited comments of the girls had brought the Misses Gates hurrying across the yard. They too exclaimed in admiration as they saw the ring.
“Where did you get it?” Azalea asked tensely.
“I took it away from Wags,” Doris informed her. “It must have been buried under that bush.”
“But why was it put there?” Iris murmured. “I can’t understand it.”
“I thought perhaps it might have been a family jewel,” Doris suggested.
“Oh, no,” Azalea protested. “I never saw the ring before in my life.”