One week later, there came a letter from old Anthony, saying he had
received a small package by express from London, directed to Miss Betsey
McPherson, care of Archibald McPherson. Should he keep it till his
master returned, or should he forward it to Aberystwyth? Archie replied
that he was to forward it, and two days after there came to him a small
box, containing a lovely turquois ring, of five stones, unmistakably
real, with a good sized pearl in the center, and on the gold band was
inscribed, "Little Betsey, 18--"
That settled the question, of the donor, and Daisy laughed till she
cried over what she called the old woman's spite.
"Nasty old cat," she said, "why didn't she send some money instead of
this bauble, which is a deal too large for the child? She can't wear it
in years. I must say, though, that it is very beautiful, and the old
thing did herself justice when she bought it. Look, Archie, it fits me
perfectly!" and she slipped it onto her finger, where it remained; for,
as she said, Bessie could not wear it then, and it might as well do
somebody some good.
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