Diamond Goes On 183
That night the father and mother had a great deal to talk about.
" Poor things!" said the mother; " it's worse for them than it is for us. You see they've been used to such grand things, and for them to come down to a little poky house like that—it breaks my heart to think of it."
" I don't know," said Diamond thoughtfully, "whether Mrs. Coleman had bells on her toes."
" What do you mean, child?" said his mother.
"She had rings on her fingers, anyhow," returned Diamond.
"Of course she had, as any lady would. What has that to do with it?"
"When we were down at Sandwich," said Diamond, "you said you would have to part with your mother's ring, now we were poor."
"Bless the child! he forgets nothing," said his mother. " Really, Diamond, a body would need to mind what they say to you."
" Why?" said Diamond. " I only think about it."
" That's just why," said the mother.
"Why is that why?" persisted Diamond, for he had not yet learned that grown-up people are not often so much grown up that they never talk like children—and spoilt ones too.
" Mrs. Coleman is none so poor as all that yet. No, thank Heaven! she's not come to that."
"Is it a great disgrace to be poor?" asked Diamond, because of the tone in which his mother had spoken.
But his mother, whether conscience-stricken I do not know, hurried him away to bed, where after various