Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Perey looked puzzled; he had no idea what they were to do for clothing ‘for her. “What shall we do, grandfather ? 2” he asked, turn- ing to the old gentleman. Sandy Morton thought a moment; then he said: “Pll row Mrs. Butler over to town this afternoon, and she can buy the poor little lass what she needs; she’s got to have clothing of some kind, that’s sar- tin.’ ‘Tell Nannie come now,” the child here interposed imperiously, showing that she was in the habit of issuing commands and having them obeyed. “Nannie can't come,” Percy explained; ‘she isn’t here, and your clothes are all wet, 80 you'll have to lie still until we can get some dry ones.” | She gave him a wondering look, but offered Bo objection to the alternative. Bhe lay thinking for a moment or two, then putting | one small hand to her neck, she said: ‘Beads hurt, take ‘ein off.” Theu-she drew forth from beneath her night robe something that shot a dazzling light into Percy’s astonished eyes, He started ta his feet. ‘Grandfather, look!” he eried, in an eager Foice. Sandy Morton turned at his bidding, and he, too, was transfixed by what he saw; for in those tiny white hands there gleamed a uecklace of almost igs diamonds, set in curiously carved links of gold. “Land o’ Goshen!” exelaimed the man, his face actually growing pale; “them must be di’monds! and they’re worth a fortune, too. But they must belong to some woman. How ever did they get on her neck shad comicibooks.con PY Se a ie Se, . a eh cre eee ae Me. ee , Sea See