"Then where should I be able to sell it?" "I couldn't say; probably at a secondhand shop. We only deal in new articles." Very much disconcerted and snubbed, Gipsy snatched up her watch and chain and fled from the shop. She had evidently made a mistake in applying at a first-class jeweller's, and she was angry at having exposed herself to the humiliation of a rebuff. With two flaming spots in her cheeks, she stalked down the High Street, and into one of the narrower and more modest by-streets, where smaller shops were to be found. She walked on for quite a long way without meeting with any place that looked in the least degree likely; then at last, at the corner of an even humbler street still, she found a secondhand furniture dealer, who, to judge by the contents of his windows, seemed also to trade in a variety of miscellaneous articles. On the pavement in front of the shop were spread forth specimens of chairs, tables, and washstands, and inside she could see a goodly array of glass, antique china, old jewellery, old silver, prints, pictures, books, candlesticks, firearms, and an assortment of small pieces of bric-a-brac. Over the door was the name of Daniel Lucas. "This looks more the kind of place," she murmured. "I'll have a try here, at any rate." The interior of the shop was so crowded with furniture that it was quite difficult to walk between the piled-up sideboards and sofas to the corner where a very dirty and shabby-looking individual, with untidy grey hair and unshaven chin, was busy adding up accounts. He paused with a grimy finger in the middle of a column of figures, and peered at Gipsy with a pair of red, bleary eyes. [Illustration: "HE PAUSED AND PEERED AT GIPSY"] "I see you sell secondhand jewellery here, and want 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.