Sam immediately went to his chest, and taking out all his little store of money, put it with that which he had brought home that day--in all it amounted to three dollars. He then took the jewel which had been presented to him--a handsome broach, in the form of a harp, and set with stones, worth no small sum in money; but to Sam more valuable than hoards of gold, and which no money would have purchased from him--and placed it in the bag with his little treasure, then threw on an old garment, to protect himself in some measure from the rain, and telling his mother 'to keep up a good heart,' left the house. He took the road leading to Mr. Grizzle's store, and forgetting the fatigue of the day, hurried along as fast as the storm would permit. Mr. Grizzle was sitting at his counter, resting his feet on an old rickety bench, and humming a tune by way of company, for the usual visitors of the evening were not in. Sam took off his hat as he entered, and walking up to Mr. Grizzle looked him full in the face, but was too much out of breath to speak. The old man stopped his tune, and looked quite smilingly at Sam. 'Well, my lad, how do you do this evening? All well at home?' 'Here, Mr. Grizzle, is all the money we have; it is not much--but I thought may be you would take it; and here is something that is worth a good deal--you may keep it until we bring you the rest of the money. We can only get a little at a time, but you shall have it all as fast as we can raise it.' '_Money_, boy! Who has said any thing to you about money? I haven't--have I?' 'Why, sir, I suppose you sent Mr. Tucker to our house?' 'Mr. Tucker! He has been to see you, has he? Well, he is a pretty hard customer. Why not give him the money?' 'But he has taken my father to jail, sir; and says he must have the whole of the money--and this is all we have got,' holding up to Mr. Grizzle his little handful of change. 'Here is three dollars, sir, and I will soon get you some more, and you may keep _this_ until I bring it,' taking up also his brooch. 'What, gold, ha! You must be pretty well off at your house--pretty well off.' '_Do_, Mr. Grizzle, take this, and let my father go. We will pay you every cent he owes, just as fast as we can; I promise you, sir, upon my honor.' 'Oh, you had better go to Mr. Tucker's, he will take the money, I guess--and that thing too; may be he can find an owner for it. It don't look as if it had been living among poor folks.' Sam's heart was beginning to sink; he perceived that Mr. Grizzle was only mocking him. But he did not quite understand what he meant by 'finding an owner for it.' 'I am the owner of this, Mr. Grizzle.'