“Take it up if you like.”
She took the superb emerald. “Do you suppose it knows how beautiful it is?”
“It takes a fine colour on your hand. Some people kill stones, you know. You ought to wear them.”
He told her some of the history of the jewels he showed her. He explained how stones were judged. He described the precautions necessary when famous jewels were to be taken from one place to another. Bambi sat hypnotized, and listened. She might have spent the entire day there if the man had not been called by an important customer. “I have been here hours, haven’t I? I feel as if I ought to buy something. Could you show me something about $1.55?” The man laughed so spontaneously and Bambi joined him so gayly, that they felt most friendly.
“Come in next week. I’ll show you a most gorgeous string of pearls which is coming to be restrung,” he said.
“Oh, thank you. I have had such a good time.”
He took her to the door as if she were a Vanderbilt, and bowed her out. The carriage man bowed, too, and Bambi felt that she was getting on.
This time she loitered no longer. She inspected
