"But a ring, a pin, they will do as well,"' the old woman looked at her greedily.
"I don't wear jewelry," said Judy, "I don't care for it."
"A chain, a charm, then," urged the old woman, whose eagle eyes had caught the outline of something that glittered beneath the thin lace collar of Judy's gown.
"I have nothing."
"There, there,—what have you there?" and the yellow finger tapped
Judy's throat.
Judy drew back with a little shudder, and shook her head as she showed the thin gold chain with a pearl clasp on the end of which was a quaint silver coin.
"I couldn't let you have this," she said. "My mother always wore it. It is a Spanish coin. My father found two of them on the beach near our home, and he gave mother one, and he kept the other—they are just alike. Oh, no, I couldn't give you that—"
"I will tell you many things—about one who has gone away," tempted the old woman.
For a moment Judy wavered. "Oh, I can't," she decided. "I can't let you have this."
The old woman got up. "Then go," she said roughly.