Yes," he added, examining the necklace which Yerba had handed to him.

"I am certain it is the same: it was unique, like this.

Odd, isn't it ?" Everybody said it WAS odd, and looked upon the occurrence with that unreasoning satisfaction with which average humanity receives the most trivial and unmeaning coincidences.

It was left to Don Caesar to give it a gallant application.
"I have not-a the pleasure of knowing-a the Miss Minnie, but the jewelry, when she arrives, to the throat-a of Miss Yerba, she has not lost the value--the beauty--the charm." "No," said Woods, cheerily.

"The fact is, Baker, you were too slow.
Miss Yerba's folks gobbled up the necklace while you were thinking.
You were a new-comer.