“Aha! is that so?”
“Yes, indeed; but I warn you if you go there not to bring up the subject of genealogy, for once started upon that topic, there is no whoa until she brings up with an ancient queen.”
“Pshaw! you are talking gammon now,” returned the young man, impatiently.
“Indeed, I am not. I have seen the genealogical tree, and I assure you she has as good blood flowing in her veins as you have, notwithstanding she has been an inhabitant of plebian America for nearly half a century.”
“Well, well, Gordon, we won’t quarrel about their ancestry; there is beauty enough there, let alone blue blood.”
“Yes. But I think we have discussed the subject sufficiently. Shall we go over to Machinery Hall now?”
“Anywhere you choose; but stop! What have we here?”
Adrian Dredmond stooped and picked up the shining something upon which he had almost stepped as they turned to leave the place.
It proved to be a costly cuff button of black enamel and gold. Upon the face of it was a large D, studded with brilliants, while a tiny row of the same precious stones was set around the edge.
Turning it over, the young man discovered the word “Brownie” engraved in finest letters on the back.