Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 16: what you’re looking at

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MOCF MOUM s “Papa put beads on Pet,” she explained, toying with the trinket, while it flashed a thousand lights all about the room. “Pretty,” she continued, laugh- ing out delightedly at the brilliant hues that trem- bled on every facet. “Yes, it is pretty. Whose is it?’ Percy asked, awed by the magnificence ana beauty of the treasure. “Mamma’s, Pet got belt, too, with ‘ittlé pockets all ’round,.” The child pulled open her night-robe, and revealed a strong belt fastened securely about her body out- side the warm flannel undervest that she wore. Small pockets, about four inches square. were ut- tached to this all the way around it, and filled with some hard substance. “Gooduess! there’s a pile of money in that thing,” Captain Morton gravely observed. ‘The lassie’s father must have been a rich man, and probably when he found there was little likelihood of his being saved, he was bound to do the best he could for his child.” The captain was thankful that neither Jim nor his mother was in the room at the time of this dis- covery. The former had hurried through his dinner and gone out to care for his dumb charges, of which he was very fond; while Mrs. Butler was bustling around in the back room, getting ready to go to town to wake purchases for the little stranger thrown so suddenly upon her care. “Shut the door, Percy,” said his grandfather, glanc- ing out at the busy woman. Percy obeyed, and when he returned to his post beside the lounge, he found that his grandfather had succeeded in untastening both necklace, and belt from the child’s body, and was oxdiigire Se)