"What is it?"
"A chain, mother," said Dolly, holding it up.
"What sort of a chain? Made of what?"
Dolly told her story. Mrs. Copley examined and wondered at the elegance of the work. Mr. Copley promised Dolly a chain of gold.
"I do not want it, father. I like this," said Dolly, putting the chain round her neck.
"Not better than a gold one?"
"Yes, father, I do."
"Why, child?"
"It reminds me of the time, and of the person that made it; and I like it for all that."
"Who was the person? what was his name?"