Oh, they were monster stones! Besides, they weren't all; she had brought back lots of other precious property from Russia--embroidered stuffs, for instance, valuable knickknacks, a gold dinner service, nay, even furniture.

"Yes, my dear, fifty-two boxes, enormous cases some of them, three truckloads of them!" They were all lying at the station.

"Wasn't it hard lines, eh ?--to die without even having time to unpack one's traps ?" Then she had a lot of tin, besides--something like a million! Lucy asked who was going to inherit it all.

Oh, distant relations--the aunt, without doubt! It would be a pretty surprise for that old body.

She knew nothing about it yet, for the sick woman had obstinately refused to let them warn her, for she still owed her a grudge over her little boy's death.