"Why, yes, sir, of course!"
"Oh! Well, I didn't know; I never saw you with one on. How would you like me to send you a hatpin, then, with a nice little gold nugget for a head?"
"I'd love it! But—but what is a nugget, Mr. Herrick?"
"Oh, a little—a little lump."
"Do you mean real gold?" asked Zephania, awedly.
"Yes, real gold, virgin gold, just as it comes out of the ground, you know."
"Wouldn't it be worth a good deal, though?" asked Zephania, doubtfully.
"Oh, a few dollars; ten or fifteen. Why?"
"I'd almost be afraid of losing it, Mr. Herrick. Would you please see that it wasn't a very big nug—nug—"
"Nugget'? All right," he laughed. "I'll see that it's only about as big as your thumbnail."