“Oh, well, I suppose so; only, somehow, I have a life-interest in it.”
“You won’t want for jewellery when you are Mr. Martin’s wife.”
“Indeed no; why, he has given me a diamond ornament for my hair already. He means to take me out a great deal, he says.”
“Out!—oh mother—in his set!”
“Well, dear child, I shall get accustomed to that.”
“Don’t you think you might give me father’s jewellery?” said Maggie.
“Is it worth a great deal?” said Mrs. Howland. “I never could bear to look at it—that is, since he died.”
“You haven’t given it to Mr. Martin, have you, mother?”
“No, nor said a word about it to him either.”
“Well, suppose, now that we have a quiet time, we look at the jewellery?” said Maggie.