"I'd be afraid to guess," Allen said. "We'd better have them valued."
The girls handled the stones, holding them on their fingers and trying to imagine how they would look set in rings.
"Engagement rings?" asked Grace of Betty, who had suggested that.
"Silly! I didn't say anything of the kind!"
"Well, it isn't what you say, it's what you mean."
It did not seem they could look at the stones enough. Every specimen was examined again and again, held up to the light, and turned this way and that in the sun so that the sparkle might be increased.
"Well, I suppose we might as well put them away," said Betty, with a sigh, after a while. "It's no use wishing——"
"Wishing what?" demanded Mollie, quickly.
"That they were ours."
"Ours! I don't see why they aren't!" exclaimed Grace, quickly. "Of course Mollie and Amy dug them up, but——"