en?" asked Polly, regretfully.

"Nah, I'm goin' west on the money I git outen this sale, an' I'd ruther
see someone what likes it own it, than any old clod-hopper about these
parts!"

Polly felt sure the owner had not been lovingly treated by the people he
glanced at as he spoke. But she learned, just before leaving the place
that afternoon, that he felt so antagonistic against his neighbors
because of their frank criticism of his habit of spending his
inheritance.

Because of this unwise recklessness, he had had to mortgage the old farm,
and when the proceeds of that had been spent, he had to sell out.
"Perhaps his going west, where he would have to work hard for his living,
would be his salvation, after this," thought Polly.

Mrs. Fabian allowed the girls to watch the sale until the contents of the
house were sold out and then she suggested that they start back home. The
bargains were carefully placed between the coverlets purchased, and then
the buyers got in the car.

The country-people were all crowding to the barns to bid on stock and
farm-utensils when Carl started the engine. With a last look at the
little house where they had found their interesting antiques, the
collectors left.

CHAPTER IX

POLLY'S HUNT IN 'JERSEY

The collectors took several long trips, after the vendue in Westchester
County, but found nothing of value at any place.

Still they lived in hopes, and towards the last of October, Polly
suggested that they try New Jersey for a change. A girl who attended Art
Classes told Polly of several very old places within the vicinity of
Springfield and Morristown--both old Revolutionary towns of historic
fame.

So Carl drove up to the Fabian home early one Saturday morning, and Mrs.
Fabian with her party, hurried out with luncheon and wraps, and were soon
speeding away for the ferry-boat that would take them across the North
River.

The girls had never been in New Jersey, and found much to admire in the
picturesque, rolling land of the Jersey Hills. They left Newark behind,
and drove along the Union Turnpike road until they reached the Forks.
Here they turned to the left and in a short time, were going through the
ancient town of Springfield.

They were already past it, before Mrs. Fabian found what place it was.
Then they laughed, and turned back again to visit a shop on the main
street. Mrs. Fabian got out of the car and went in to question the
proprietor.

"Do you know of any o