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"I may," Tom promised, rather indefinitely. Then, having
purchased his electrical supplies, he made a quick trip to
Shopton, stopping on the way to call on Miss Nestor.
"Why Tom, I'm delighted to see you!" cried the girl, blushing
prettily. "Did you come for some apple turnovers?" and she
laughed, as she referred to a call Tom had once paid, when a new
cook had been engaged, and when the pastry formed a feature of
the meal.
"No turnovers this time," said the young inventor. "I came to
wish you many happy returns of the day."
"Oh, you remembered my birthday! How nice of you!"
"And here is something else," added our hero, rather awkwardly,
as he handed her the diamond pin.
"Oh, Tom! This for me! Oh, it's too lovely--it's far too much!"
"It isn't half enough!" he declared, warmly. "Oh, what a large
diamond!" Mary cried as she saw the sparkling stone. "I never saw
one so large and beautiful!"
"It's just as easy to make them large as small," explained Tom.
"Make them?" she looked the surprise she felt.
"Yes, I'm about to start for the place where diamonds are
made."
"Oh, Tom! But isn't it dangerous? I mean won't you have to go
to some far country--like Africa--to get to where diamonds are
made?"
"Well, we are going on quite a trip, but not as far as that.
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