"I give her in charge for an attempted swindle," said Mr. Clifton.

"You will have to come with me, madam," said the policeman. "You may
as well go quietly."

"Well, the game is up," said the woman, with a careless laugh.

"It came near succeeding, though."

"Now, my boy," said the jeweler, "I will attend to your business.
You want to sell these pearls?"

"Yes, sir; they are of no use to mother, and she needs the money."

"At what do you value them?"

"I leave that to you, sir. I shall be satisfied with what you think
them worth."

The jeweler examined them attentively. After his examination was
concluded, he said: "I am willing to give four hundred dollars for
them. Of course they cost more, but I shall have to reset them."

"That is more than I expected," said Grant, joyfully. "It will pay
all our debts, and give us a little fund to help us in future."

"Do you wish the money now? There might be some risk in a boy like
you carrying so much with you."

"What would you advise, Mr. Clifton?"