"I don't want you to lend it. I want you to take it to the pawnbroker's. Mother says I am so young and so small that they might cheat me; and I thought perhaps, may be, you'd be so kind as to go with me." "Go with you!" exclaimed Master Simon, as he eyed her coarse, ill-made garments. "I thought you would," replied Katy, with a look of disappointment. "Well, Katy, I shall be very glad to assist you in this matter, but----" Master Simon paused, and glanced again at the unfashionable dress of the suppliant. He was, as he said, willing to aid her; but the idea of the principal personage of the house of Sands & Co. walking through the streets of the great city with such an ill-dressed young lady was absurd, and not to be tolerated. Master Sneed reflected. It is undoubtedly true that "where there is a will there is a way." "Where do you wish to go?" demanded he. "I don't know." "Do you know where Brattle Street is?" "I don't, but I can find it." "Very well; important business in another street requires my personal attention for a moment, but I will join you in Brattle Street in a quarter of an hour, and attend you to a pawnbroker's." "Thank you." Master Sneed gave her directions so that she could find the street, and at the end of the court, as she turned one way, he turned the other. Katy was first at the appointed place of meeting, where Simon soon joined her; and directing her to follow him, he led the way into another street, and entered a shop. "This young person wishes to raise some money on a watch," said Simon, as he directed the attention of the astonished broker to Katy, who was scarcely tall enough to be seen over the high counter. "Let me see it." Katy handed up the watch, which the money lender opened and carefully examined. His practised eye soon discovered that the works of the watch were of the best quality. "Where did you get this?" asked the broker. "My mother gave it to me;" and Katy told without reserve the pitiful story of want and destitution which compelled Mrs. Redburn to part with the cherished memento of the past. "I will give you three dollars for the watch," added the broker. "Come, come, sir," interposed Master Simon, with a smile; "that is a little too bad. A gentleman of your judgment and discretion has already assured himself that the article is worth at least twenty." The broker drew a long breath after this speech, and seemed very much impressed by the style of the remark. But Katy declared she did not want to sell the watch, only to pawn it. "Your story is not a very plausible one," said the broker, "and there is some risk in taking it." "I give you my personal assurance, on honor that her story is all true," added Simon. The broker burst out into a loud laugh. He could not stand Simon's fine speeches, and would not take the watch at any rate; so they departed to find another place, and entered a shop close by.