to know if you care to buy a watch," she began, with rather less assurance than at her former interview.
"It depends on the article. Have you brought it with you?" replied the old man cautiously.
"It's real gold, and so is the chain," volunteered Gipsy, as she produced her treasure.
Mr. Daniel Lucas examined both watch and chain with minute care, then shook his head deprecatingly.
"I'm afraid it wouldn't be of much use to me. You see, it's not exactly in the nature of an antique," he replied.
Gipsy's face fell. To get the money for her journey was a matter of vital importance.
"Couldn't you offer me anything for it?" she pleaded.
The bleary red eyes glanced at her keenly, and appeared to appreciate her disappointment.
"Well, to oblige you, I might go to a matter of seven and six."
"Couldn't you possibly make it ten shillings, with the chain?" hazarded Gipsy. She had no idea of the value of secondhand articles, and thought only of what amount would take her to Liverpool.
"All right—with the chain. But it's a poor bargain for me, mind you. I'm only doing it just to oblige you," returned Mr. Lucas, opening a drawer and counting out four half-crowns with an alacrity that belied his words. Thankful to have concluded the transaction on any terms, Gipsy seized the money and beat a hasty retreat. She was extremely anxious to reach the station before Miss Poppleton missed her and sent somebody in search of her. She had no idea
