"Who does this land belong to?" Jerry asked. "Is it your father's?"
"Oh, no—it's Mr. Eraser's. For miles around the land is his. That's the man we are staying with."
"Then the diamond is Mr. Fraser's, not yours or Grizzel's," Jerry pronounced.
There was a short silence. "Mr. Fraser said I might have all the gold I found," Hugh said, in a doubtful tone.
"I expect he guessed that you wouldn't find any," Jerry responded. "But a diamond like that is a different thing. If it really is a diamond it is probably pretty valuable—perhaps it is worth a hundred pounds. You can't walk off with a hundred pounds without telling."
"Well, we'll show it to him. Of course we'll tell him we have found a diamond bed," Hugh answered.
"It's my diamond," Grizzel declared. "I found it and I rubbed it and it slept under my pillow, and I hid it and I love it and it's mine. I don't care what anybody says."
"Mr. Fraser will most likely give you lots of money for it," Mollie suggested soothingly, "and then you can go and buy something nicer than a diamond."
"I don't want lots of money. I want my own dear little stone that I rubbed myself," Grizzel repeated, tears starting to her eyes. "Why should Mr. Fraser take my stone and chop it all up with horrible sharp grinding knives? It's mine. I found it."
"You'll have to show it to him first," Hugh said decisively, "whether you found it or not. If you keep it you will be a thief, and perhaps you will be sent to prison."