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TRUTH IS ALWAYS BEST;

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«A FAULT CONFESSED IS HALF
REDRESSED.”

BY

MARY anp ELIZABETH KIRBY,

AUTHORS OF “THE WORLD AT HOME,” ‘THE SEA AND ITS
WONDERS,” ETC.



LONDON:

y~. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;
EDINBURGH 3 AND NEW YORK.

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VIII.

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A GAME AT FORFEITS, see
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. aan
THE JEWELLER’S SHOP, one
THE EMPTY BOX, cs wee

THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE,
THE PAPER OF BEADS, see
THE LAME BOY, a ose
THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR, ...

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TRUTH IS ALWAYS BEST.



CHAPTER I.

A GAME AT FORFEITS.

Amy Herbert stole up-stairs to her
grandmamma’s best bed-room.
Now this best bed-room had its furni-
ture ‘all covered up with brown holland,
and was very seldom used except on state
occasions. Amy and her sister Isabella
were strictly forbidden to enter it, except
by their grandmamma’s permission; and this
permission, it was evident from Amy’s man-
ner, had not been granted. Every minute



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8 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

she looked behind her, to make quite sure
that no one saw her ; and peeped first to the
right and then to the left, as if afraid of be-
ing detected.

But no one was in sight, and Amy reached
the door in safety. She turned the handle
without making any noise, and went on tip-
toe across the carpet to a chest of drawers
that stood by the side of the bed. Her
hand trembled a little as she opened one
of the drawers; and she hesitated a few
moments, as if uncertain whether or not she
should proceed. But her scruples did not
last long, and she took a beautiful pearl-neck-
lace out of its box, and held it up to the light.

“T should so like to wear it just this
once,” said she to herself. “Isabella is
twenty miles off, and will not be home for a
fortnight at least.” A step on the stairs
made her start, and the necklace was thrust
hastily back. But no, it was a false alarm ;
and after listening a minute, she drew it out,
and continued her soliloquy.



A GAME AT FORFEITS. 9

“Grandmamma might just as well have
given me one too. Isabella is only a year
older than I am. How nice it does look
over this white frock!” and she clasped it
round her neck. “I have a great mind—”
She stopped; the colour went from her
cheek. ‘Suppose I were—nobody would
know. I could carry it in my pocket, and ©
put it on when I got there.”

Jane, grandmamma Herbert’s little wait-
ing-maid, was busy in the kitchen, and
grandmamma herself sat knitting by the
parlour-fire. There was no one at hand to
remonstrate, yet a little voice whispered,
quite loud enough to be heard, that Amy
was going to do a very naughty thing; and
from the expression of her face in the glass,
it was evident she thought so too.

Amy Herbert was a quick, clever child,
and had a great many good qualities. She
was attentive to her lessons, and kind and
affectionate to her grandmamma, with whom
she and her sister Isabella had lived ever



10 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

since they could remember. But Amy had
one fault, and a very sad fault it was. She
did not always speak the truth, and more
than once had been guilty of some little act
of deceit. These acts of deceit were, to be
sure, very trifling; but then Amy had to tell
a story to hide them, and that made two
faults instead of one.

It was a bad thing for her that grand-
mamma Herbert was an old lady, and not
very quick-sighted, and did not always find
her out. Her sister Isabella, too, was at a
boarding-school, and only came home for
the holidays ; so that Amy’s habit of false-
hood grew upon her, and in the end led her
into a great deal of mischief, as you
will see.

She was going that evening to a child’s
party at the house of her play-fellow, Laura
Douglas; a treat she had been looking
forward to for the last week with great
delight, and she had scarcely slept for
thinking of it. But now the happy moment



A GAME AT FORFEITS. 11

was come, and Jane, the little waiting-maid,
had dressed her all ready to go.

You would have thought how very pretty
Amy looked, had you seen her in her clean
white frock and blue sash, and with her
hair so nicely curled and tied with bows of
ribbon. But Amy did not think so herself.
She was discontented because she had not
a pearl necklace like Isabella’s; and this
feeling had made her creep up-stairs like a
culprit to take at least a peep at it.

One act of deceit always leads to another ;
and Amy, having gone into the spare room
without her grandmamma’s knowledge, just
to take a peep at the necklace, was seized
with a great longing to wear it. She had
not the courage to ask for it openly, and
was about to yield to the temptation of
getting it by unfair means.

But hark! some one was really coming,
and in another minute it would be too late.
She dared not stay to argue the matter any
longer. It was now or never ; and, unclasp-



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AMY AND THE NECKLACE,

ing the necklace, she slipped it into her
pocket.



A GAME AT FORFEITS. 13

“T+ cannot do any harm just to wear it
for one night,” thought she. ‘“ Grand-
mamma will never know; she is not going
to be there. Besides, I shall put it back
again directly I get home.”

But in spite of this resolve, the moment
Amy hid the necklace in her pocket her
peace of mind was gone, and a thousand
dangers and anxieties she had never dreamt
of sprang up before her. She felt very
unhappy, and was afraid of bidding her
grandmamma good-bye, lest by any chance
the old lady should find out what she
had been doing. But to set off with-
out was quite impossible. So Amy shut
the drawer, and stole out of the room,
trying to look as if nothing had _hap-
pened.

“Well, darling, and what have you
been so long about?” said Mrs. Her-
bert, as her little grandchild entered the
parlour.

Grandmamma spoke just as kindly as



14 A GAME AT FORFEITS,

usual; but Amy had a guilty conscience,
and she started and turned pale, as though
she expected to be punished.

“J—I—I have been doing nothing,
grandmamma,’ stammered she, hardly
knowing what to say.

Mrs. Herbert was too busy warming a
shawl for her little grandchild to notice her
alarm ; and when this was pinned on, she
looked first at one foot and then at the
other, to see that they were well defended
from the wet.

Amy felt a pang of remorse. “How I
wish I had not done it!” thought she. “I
have a great mind to run back and put it in
its box !”

But there was no time now. Jane stood
in the hall with her bonnet on, ready to
accompany her young mistress; and Amy
set off to Mrs. Douglas’s with the necklace
in her pocket.

It was a cold, rainy night, and the streets
were nearly deserted. Amy felt ill at ease,



A GAME AT FORFEITS. 15

and trudged on without speaking a word.
In vain she tried to rally her spirits by
thinking how pretty the necklace would
look, and how easily she could put it into
its box without any one knowing a word -
about it; the little voice would not be
silenced, and kept on telling her of her
fault, until she felt half inclined even then
to go back. But all the time Jane was
hurrying along, for fear Miss Amy should
get wet; and as soon as Mrs. Douglas's
house was in sight, she ran forward to
knock at the door.

“JT must wear it for this one night,”
thought Amy, as she entered the hall;
“but the very minute I get home I will put
it back, and never touch it any more !”

The cheerful lights, the sound of music,
and the merry voices of children at play,
were quite enough to turn the current of
Amy’s thoughts, and she ran up-stairs as
happy and light-hearted as ever. Her little
friend Laura helped her to take off her



16 A GAME AT FORFEITS,

wrappings, laughing and talking all the
time, telling her what a number of games
they were going to play at, and how late
they meant to sit up, and how her mamma
had given them a whole holiday, because,
with such a party as that in their heads, it
was impossible to think of lessons.

“But come along, Amy!” cried she, as
the little girl still lingered before the glass,
after her bonnet and shawl had been taken
off.

“Stay a minute; I have not quite
finished,” said Amy, in a hesitating tone.
“JT have to put on my necklace ;” and she
drew it out of her pocket.

“What! has your grandmamma given
you a necklace too?” said Laura, as Amy
was putting it round her neck. “ How
very good of her, to be sure! And itis just
like Isabella’s. I could think it was the
same.”

Amy made no reply; but, turning very
red, pretended the clasp would not hold.

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A GAME AT FORFEITS. 17

“Let me do it for you,” said Laura good-
naturedly. “I never saw such a pretty



PUTTING IT ON.

necklace ; but did your grandmamma give
it you?” said she again.
Amy did not mean to tell a story, but

she was driven to it. There was, indeed,
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18 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

no escape ; for Laura, who was very inquisi-
tive, kept repeating the question.

“Yes,” said she, hesitating, and turning
quickly from the glass; “but I am ready
now to go down-stairs. Do let us make
haste! I believe they are playing with-
out us.”

“Ah, I wish I had a grandmamma to
give me such a beautiful necklace!” said
Laura, as she followed her little friend out
of the room.

A terrible uproar was going on in the
parlour when the little girls entered. A
game at blindman’s-buff had just begun,
and there was such screaming, and shouting,
and laughing, such skipping from one side
of the room to the other, such scrambling
under chairs and tables, and trying by all
manner of means to avoid being caught, that
the noise was actually deafening. Amy
dearly loved to play at blindman’s-buff, and
for a few minutes entered into it as heartily
as the rest. But all at once the thought of



A GAME AT FORFEITS, 19

her necklace brought her to a stop. It was
quite sure to get broken. How could she
help it, with the children running against
her, and jostling her on every side ?—to say
nothing of what would happen were she to
get caught, and the rough little boy who
was blinded were to feel all over her face
and neck to find out who she was. So she
left off playing, and crept into a corner,
where she stood trembling with fright lest
any accident should befall her. She
screamed if any one came near her, and
kept her hand tightly clasped upon her
necklace, as if to protect it from danger.
Blindman’s-buff went on a long time, and
it seemed as if the children would never be
tired. Then followed Jack-lost-bis-supper,
and turn the trencher ; in neither of which
delightful games Amy dared to join. It
would have been as great a risk as blind-
man’s-buff: so she pretended to be tired,
and went and sat again in her corner. It
was very dull work to sit still and see others



29 A GAME AT FORFEITS,

play, and Amy felt that the pleasure of
wearing the necklace was very ill repaid by
the loss of so much fun.

Laura Douglas was sadly disappointed
that Amy would not play. ‘It is so tire-
some of you,” said she, coming up to her;
“T cannot enjoy myself a bit if you sit there
looking so dull and dismal. Come, do have
one game!”

“Oh yes, do have one game!” cried the
children, stopping in their play, and hem-
ming Amy up in her corner.

“Oh yes, do have one game!” was echoed
on all sides, and some even tried to drag her
into the middle of the room. Amy was now
more frightened than ever. “I will play—-
I will play,” cried she hastily, “only do not
pull me so; please, pray, do not!” added
she in a tone of distress. :

“Very well, then, you shall be ‘my lady’s
necklace,” said Laura Douglas, taking up
the trencher and twirling it round. Amy
was called out directly ; and the children, as



A GAME AT FORFEITS. 21

if to make up for the play she had lost, took
a delight in keeping her on the full run.

This would have been capital fun to Amy
if it had not been for her necklace. But as
it was, she moved so slowly, and was so occu-
- pied with trying to save it, that she had more
forfeits than any one else in the room. She
very soon lost her handkerchief, then fol-
lowed her gloves, and by-and-by a merry
little urchin pounced upon her sash.

“Tt is of no use crying ‘ Forfeit, for I
have nothing left to give,” said she in a
pitiful tone, as the trencher again fell to the
ground before she could reach it.

“Oh yes, you have!” cried the children,
dancing for joy. “There is your necklace.
Come, Miss Amy, off with your necklace !”

“Oh, pray don’t touch it!” cried Amy,
keeping them at a distance with both her
hands. “I would not have it broken for
all the world!”

“Broken! who would think of breaking
it?” cried Harry Glover, the little boy who



22 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

had been blinded. “But you must pay
your forfeit, Amy, or else go to prison.
Come, off with your necklace!” and he
pressed upon her to try and undo the clasp.

Amy actually screamed with terror, and
kept him off as well as she could. But
Harry was more than a match for her, and
in the scuffle that took place he had a great
deal the best of it. In spite of all her efforts
to prevent it, he undid the clasp, and getting
possession of the necklace, he waved it
triumphantly in the air.

“T have it! I have it!” exclaimed he.
“ Hurrah, hurrah for the necklace!”

“Give it me back,” cried Amy, quite pale
with fear; “give it me back this very
minute, you naughty, rude boy!” and she
tried to snatch it out of his hand.

“The necklace is not yours now,” said
Harry, holding it behind him ; “it is a for-
feit; keep off, will you?” for Amy had
thrown herself upon him to try and get
it back. She exerted all her strength;



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THE STRUGGLE FOR E BRACELET.

for the fright she was in prevented her
from thinking what was best to be done.
For a few moments there was a_ furious
contest between the two, while the chil-



24 A GAME AT FORFEITS,

dren, who thought it was all meant for
play, stood round and shouted with glee.

“That’s right, Harry !” cried one.

« Amy will get it!” shouted another.

“See, he can’t keep it long!” added a third.

“Now! now! Amy has got it!” ex-
claimed a fourth.

Amy had got it—that is to say, she had
caught hold of one end of the necklace.
Alas! the threads were too brittle to bear
such rough usage. They gave way, and in
a moment the floor was scattered over with
the delicate little pearls !

Amy burst into a violent fit of crying.
No greater misfortune could possibly have
happened, and the children’s faces were
quite blank with dismay.

“Tt was not my fault, was it?” said
Harry Glover, who still held the fragment
of the necklace; “you know, Amy, you
tried to pull it out of my hand.”

“ You need not cry so, Amy,” said Laura
Douglas, who was carefully picking up the



A GAME AT FORFEITS. 25

beads. “your grandmamma will not be
angry with you if you tell her the
truth.”

But Amy sobbed as if her heart would
break, and nothing her companions could
say gave her any comfort.

It was of no use wishing she had not
done it; the broken necklace lay before her,
and she felt it would be quite impossible to
help her grandmamma knowing. Had it
been her own necklace, it would not have
mattered ; for Mrs. Herbert was too good
and kind ever to punish the children for a
mere accident. But it was not her own—
not even lent her—but stolen out of its box
without any one’s knowledge or permission.
What would become of her when she got
home, she could not imagine.

“JT dare not tell grandmamma, I am
sure,” thought she, “she would be so very
angry ; and yet, how am I to hide it from
her? Oh, how unhappy I am!” And
Amy’s tears burst forth afresh.



26 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

The children tried in vain to comfort her,
Laura Douglas assured her again and again
that Mrs. Herbert would not be angry; and
Harry Glover even offered to tell the old
lady how it was, and take all the blame of
the accident upon himself. Amy refused
his good-natured offer in great alarm, and,
drying her eyes, endeavoured to be a little
cheerful. But there was no more enjoyment
for her that night. She did nothing but
wish that the party were over, and wondered
how it was Jane had not come to fetch her.

At length the clock struck ten, and Jane
knocked punctually at the door. Amy did
not keep her waiting an instant; indeed,
she could hardly stay to bid her little play-
fellows good-bye. The unfortunate neck-
lace was wrapped in paper, and Amy, slip-
ping it into her pocket, set off homeward,
with a heart even heavier than before.







CHAPTER II.

THE CHRISTMAS-TREE.

shi MY would gladly have slunk up-

CAN stairs to bed the moment she
reached home ; but grandmamma
Herbert was sitting up in the
easy-chair by the fire, and she
was Pitized to go into the parlour and bid
her good-night.

“Well, child, and how have you enjoyed
yourself?” said the old lady, as she began
to take off Amy’s wrappers, and rub her
little cold hands to warm them ; “TI hardly
expected you back so soon.”



“Tt is past ten o'clock, grandmamma,”
said Amy quickly.



28 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

“ Ah, so it is, my dear ; but when young
folks are at play, they don’t often listen for
the clock,” said Mrs. Herbert. “ But how
tired you do look! Come, off to bed with
you, and you can tell me all about it to-
morrow.”

“Oh, what will become of me?” said
Amy, when at last she was left alone in her
room. ‘I would give all the world if I
had never meddled with that odious neck-
lace! How can I mend it without grand-
mamma knowing ?”

“Tt would be better to confess the whole
truth at once,” whispered the little voice.

“But grandmamma would never forgive
me,” thought Amy. “There is nothing she
hates so much as story-telling.”

The only plan Amy could think of was to
get up very early the next morning, and
thread the beads before any one else was
awake. Full of this idea, she laid her head
upon the pillow; but to go to sleep was
quite impossible, and she tossed to and fro,



THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 29

waiting and wishing for the morning to
come.

If, every now and then, she fell into a
little doze, she was sure to awake in a
fright, dreaming that her grandmamma had
found the necklace, or else that she herself
was trying to mend it, and the beads would
not hold together, but as fast as she threaded
them, they dropped upon the floor.

As soon as it was light, Amy sprang out
of bed, and dressing herself in a great hurry,
sat down to her task. ‘The house was per-
fectly quiet, and it was not nearly time for
grandmamma Herbert to get up. Amy
thought nothing would be so easy as to
thread the beads, and put the necklace back
into its box; and then how happy should
she be! But, alas! in the very beginning
she was stopped by an insurmountable dif-
ficulty. She had no needle fine enough to
go through the delicate little pearls !

“Dear me, how provoking!” said she,
as she broke a bead in trying to force it on.



20 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

“JT wish I could get to grandmamma’s
work-box. I know she has plenty of
needles there, of all sorts and sizes.”

But then her grandmamma’s work-box
stood in the parlour; and besides that, it
was locked up. This was a new dilemma.

“JT know where the keys are,” thought
Amy. “Grandmamma always takes them
up-stairs, and I daresay they lie upon her
dressing-table. Suppose I were to fetch
them! I could steal in on tip-toe. She is
fast asleep, and would never hear me.”

But it was a terrible risk to run; and so
Amy felt, as she stood for a few minutes,
screwing up her courage, and wondering
whether she should ever dare to go.

“T cannot get on without a needle, that
is quite certain,” said she, stealing towards
the door. “‘ Whatever happens, I must get
the keys and open grandmamma’s work-box.”

Accordingly, she crept noiselessly along
the passage, and gently opened her grand-
mamma’s door.



THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 31

The room was perfectly silent, the curtains
were closely drawn, and Mrs. Herbert lay
sleeping as soundly as Amy herself could
desire. The keys lay upon the dressing-
table, and Amy, snatching them up, hurried
away as though an enemy had been at her
heels.

The work-box was opened, and the needle
taken out, without displacing anything. But
just as she was going to relock it, the sound
of footsteps made her start; and, pulling
hastily at the key, she upset the box, and
all its contents—cotton, scissors, and thim-
bles—were scattered on the floor! Amy
was now terribly frightened, and set to work
picking up the things as fast as she could,
and trying to fit them into their places.
But most haste, worst speed. In the hurry
of the moment she put them in all wrong,
and do what she would the work-box could
not be made to shut !

“Dear me, how provoking! Jane will
be here directly!” thought she, as she





32 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

pressed down the lid with all her might.
A crash ensued, and, to her unspeakable



A CATASTROPHE.

terror, she found she had broken her grand-
mamma’s ivory thimble! At the very
same instant, Jane began to open the din-
ing-room shutters ; and Amy, more alarmed
than ever, turned the key, and flew up-stairs
without daring to look behind her.

Mrs. Herbert’s room was silent as before;



THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 33

and putting the keys in their place, Amy
ran back, all eagerness to use the needle.
But her hand shook so much, it was some
time before she could thread it ; and what
with listening, and running to the door, and
hiding the necklace, and bringing it out
again, her work got on very slowly. She
had finished threading one row, and was
just beginning another, when the ringing of
the breakfast-bell warned her she must put
it away.

« After all, I shall not have done it!”
cried she in a tone of vexation. ‘“ And
there is grandmamma going down-stairs !
Oh, this hateful necklace! How am I to
get it mended ?”

It was altogether very tiresome and per-
plexing ; but Amy dared not stay to think
about it. She was afraid of being late, lest
her grandmamma should ask her what she
had been doing; so she put the necklace
back into its drawer, and hurried down to

breakfast.
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384 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE.

Mrs. Herbert was standing before the
fire, reading a letter, when her little grand-
child came in. Amy did not run up to her
as usual, to kiss her and bid her good-morn-
ing, but took her place at table without
speaking a word, and as if she did not wish
to be noticed.

“Well, Amy,” said Mrs. Herbert, turning
round when she had finished her letter, ‘ you
are just the person I wanted. But how pale
you look!” added she, in a tone of concern ;
“and your hand trembles almost as much as
mine! What is the matter?” and the old
lady looked anxiously over her spectacles.

“ Oh, nothing, grandmamma !” stammered
Amy, who became every minute more and
more confused.

“Ah, I see how itis! These late hours
do not suit young people at all,” said Mrs.
Herbert, sitting down to breakfast. ‘“ But
are you too tired to hear a piece of good
news? If you are, I must keep it till to-
morrow.”



THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 35

Oh no, grandmamma! Please do tell it
me!” cried Amy eagerly.

“Well, then, I have had a long letter this
morning; and can you guess who it is from ?”

“O grandmamma, you know what a bad
guesser I am. I can never find it out by
myself. Please tell me; who did it come
from?” and Amy got up, and came round
to her grandmamma’s chair.

“Tt comes from your Uncle Richard, and
has in it something about you that I daresay
you will like to hear.” And Mrs. Herbert
read aloud: “I am pleased to receive such
a good account of Amy, and hope by this
time she has left off telling stories, and be-
come a very truthful little girl.”

At these words Amy hung down her
head, and blushed deeply. Her grand-
mamma thought it was from shame at being
reminded of her fault, and said kindly,—

_ “Never mind, Amy; we shall soon for-
get old grievances, and I am sure you will
not deceive me any more. But come, hold



36 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE.

up your head! I have not half done yet.
Uncle Richard says: ‘I am going to have
all my little nephews and nieces to spend
the Christmas holidays with me; and I
hope you will allow Isabella and Amy to
come too, and help us make the Christmas-
tree.’”

Amy’s face brightened with joy. “O
egrandmamma, I should like it so much!”
interrupted she ;—‘ but do you really mean
us to go?”

“JT do indeed,” replied Mrs. Herbert.
“You have been a good child, Amy, and so
has Isabella; and I think we cannot do
better than take Uncle Richard at his word.”

“Oh, how delightful!” cried Amy. “I
have never been to London in my life!
Dear, good grandmamma, I am quite wild
at the thought!” And she skipped and
jumped round the table until the cups and
saucers actually chattered with fear.

“Well, come and have your breakfast,
child, at all events,” said Mrs. Herbert,



THE CHRISTMAS-TREE, 37

laughing. “I must send for Isabella home
at once, and we must set the dressmaker to
work to make you some new frocks. There
is not a moment to lose.”



GOOD NEWS.

“Send for Isabella home!” faltered Amy,
turning very pale.

“Yes, my dear; she can come by the
coach to-morrow. It wants but a week or



38 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

so to the holidays, and a few days more or
less cannot signify.”

At these words Amy’s delight received a
sudden check. Her Uncle Richard, the
journey to London, the Christmas - tree,
were all forgotten ; and she looked so pale
and anxious, that her grandmamma again
thought something must be the matter.

Everything now depended on her getting
the necklace mended in time. She remem-
bered there were many minutes in the day
when she might steal up-stairs, and finish
threading the beads. To be sure there was
no fire, and her fingers had ached sadly with
the cold. “ But then I must do it,” said
she to herself. ‘Isabella is coming home
to-morrow ; and what will she say if she
finds her beautiful necklace is gone?”

Just as Amy was leaving the room, a ring
at the bell and a rubbing of shoes announced
a visitor, and her friend Laura Douglas met
her in the doorway. There was no one in
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identical moment. “ Laura is sure to tell
all about it,” thought she, ‘and to ask what
I did when I got home; and then what am
I to say?”

“T called to see how you are this morn-
ing, Amy,” said Laura, “and to say how
sorry we were about that unfortunate
neck—”

“Oh, I am quite well, thank you,” inter-
rupted Amy, whose fears of discovery were
stronger than ever. “What a delightful
party we had last night, to be sure! I
never enjoyed anything so much!”

“Indeed! You looked miserable enough,
however,” said Laura, laughing ; “that ter-
rible affair of the neck—”

“O Laura, I wanted to show you my
last new book!” cried Amy, running to the
shelves.

“Terrible affair of the what, Miss Laura?”
said grandmamma, looking over her spec-
tacles, with an expression of great curiosity.

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929

of worsted, and where it has rolled to!” in-
terrupted Amy. “See! itis under the table,
and the kitten is playing with it!

“Dear me! so it has!” exclaimed Mrs.
Herbert ; “and how she has ravelled it!
You see, Miss Laura, accidents will happen
to the most careful people.”

“But Amy could not help it; could she,
Mrs. Herbert ?”

“Oh dear, no! I should never think of
blaming Amy,” said her grandmamma, laugh-
ing. “But now, will any one give me my
work-box ?”

Amy moved so slowly, that Laura, who
was quick as thought, anticipated her. Mrs.
Herbert took the box, and putting the key
in the lock, turned it with some difficulty.
The lid, which was forcibly held down, flew
open with a jerk, and exposed to view a
terrible scene of ruin and disorder.

“Oh, my ivory thimble!” cried she.
“Who has done it? Amy, have you been
meddling with my work-box ?”



THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 41

Amy’s complexion varied so much from
vhite to red, that a sharp-sighted person
mist have detected her at once. But the
old lady’s eyes were getting dim, and the
confusion into which her little grandchild
was thrown escaped her notice.

“ Have you been meddling with my work-
box, Amy ?” she repeated, half angrily.

Poor Amy was compelled to save herself
by another falsehood.

“No, grandmamma,” she replied, as firmly
as she could.

“Because, if ever I knew you to do such
a thing, I should punish you very severely,”
continued Mrs. Herbert, as she examined
still further into the mischief. ‘Dear me!
if the reels of cotton are not all in their
wrong places; and the stiletto is gone!—my
silver stiletto! What a thousand pities!”
And she went on bemoaning her misfortune.

Laura Douglas, who was a good-natured
girl, did her best to put the work-box in
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42 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

school, and she was obliged to run away
before she had nearly finished setting it to
tights. It was a great relief to Amy when
she was fairly gone, though her situation
was not a very pleasant one. Mrs. Her-
bert took the box upon her lap, and began
to hunt in every part of it for her silver
stiletto, wondering all the time who could
possibly have taken it. She then rang the
bell for Jane, and questioned her closely on
the subject; but Jane declared she knew
nothing about it ; and the whole affair was,
as Mrs. Herbert said, ‘a perfect mystery.”







CHAPTER III.

THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

ii. MY usually said her lessons to her
ie, grandmamma the first thing after
breakfast, and then did her task
of plain sewing; after which she
; was allowed to amuse herself till
dinner. She knew this would be a golden
opportunity to go on with her necklace, and
felt all eagerness to get through her morn-
-ing’s work as quickly as she could. But
Mrs. Herbert, whose mind was wholly
occupied with the loss of her stiletto, seemed
in no haste at all. In answer to Amy’s
repeated question of “When am I to say
my lessons, grandmamma?” she replied,





44 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

“Stay a minute, child. What a hurry you
are in! Just look again under those cur-
tains, will you? Or perhaps it may have
fallen into that crack in the floor. Dear
me! I would not have had such a thing
happen on any account !”

Amy did as her grandmamma bid her ;
and when the old lady was quite satisfied
that no stiletto was there, she ventured to
say again, “And now, grandmamma, will
you hear me my lessons?”

“Not just this minute, child) I must
rest a little first,” said Mrs. Herbert, set-
tling herself in her easy-chair. “How I
wish I could find out who has been med-
dling with my work-box !”

Amy sat down on a stool by the fire, and
bent her head over her spelling. But
though her eyes were fixed upon the book,
she was all the while thinking what would
become of her if the necklace were not
mended before Isabella came home.

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THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 45

you, and the sooner the better,” said Mrs.
Herbert, when she had rested long enough ;
“but first of all, I want you to fetch me
your sister Isabella’s necklace. You know
where to find it.”

“The necklace, grandmamma?” stam-
mered Amy.

“Yes, your sister Isabella’s pearl-neck-
lace, that I gave her on her birth-day. I
want it for a particular reason. However,
as you seem so very eager, you may say
your lessons first,” replied Mrs. Herbert,
taking the book from Amy’s hand.

Alas, poor Amy! At the fatal word
“necklace,” grammar, geography, and spell-
ing, had all skipped out of her head. She
confounded nouns with verbs, continents
with islands, and put letters in or left them
out at random.

Mrs. Herbert had no idea of the secret
that was causing Amy so much trouble, and
felt extremely angry.

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46 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

has made you so troublesome,” said she,
giving her back the lessons to learn over
again. “If you do not take care, you will
be in disgrace when Isabella comes home.”
The thought of Isabella’s coming urged
Amy to unusual exertion. She gave her
whole mind to her lessons, and in a few
minutes they were learned, and said without
missing a word. She then sat down to her
task of sewing, and worked away so fast, that
it was finished almost before Mrs. Herbert
could believe it possible. The old lady put
on her spectacles, to see that there were no
long stitches, but none were to be found ; —
and she kissed Amy affectionately, and told
her she might now amuse herself till dinner.
Amy was greatly relieved that her grand-
mamma had forgotten the necklace, and
flew up-stairs all eagerness to get it done.
There it lay, in the corner of the drawer,
just as she had left it, with the little heap
of beads close by. She threaded the needle,
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THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 47

For some time there was nothing to inter-
rupt, and her heart grew quite light and
cheerful as she began to thread the very
last row. But, alas! she now became
aware of the whole extent of the damage.
Full half the row was missing! and Amy
sat and looked at the necklace with a face
of blank dismay. This was the crowning
catastrophe, and how to remedy it seemed
beyond her power.

“Tt is of no use going back to Mrs.
Douglas’s, for the beads are sure to be lost,”
thought she. ‘Suppose I were to try and
get some more. I know the way to the
jeweller’s shop. I could easily match them ;
only grandmamma does not often send me

out by myself.”

As Amy was busy thinking what she
had better do, she heard her grandmamma
call her from the foot of the stairs. She

jumped up, put the necklace hastily away,
and ran down to see what the old lady
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48 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

“Amy, child, I have been calling you
two or three times,” said Mrs. Herbert
impatiently. “ Why did you not bring me
the necklace ? ”

“The necklace, grandmamma?” repeated
Amy, trembling with fear.

“Yes, child ;—you look as if you had
just dropped from the clouds, and did not
know what you were talking about. I
want it for a particular reason; and if
you knew what that reason was, perhaps
you would move a little quicker.”

“J will go and fetch it, grandmamma,”
said Amy, speaking as if she were in a
dream.

“Run along then, child,” said Mrs. Her-
bert ; “but see!” added she, “ here comes
the dressmaker to try your frock on. I
sent for her the first thing after breakfast.
Dear me, what a great deal there is to
be done when young folks are going a
journey !”

The arrival of the dressmaker at this



THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 49

precise moment was a reprieve that Amy
had not dared to hope for. Her new frock
took a long time to make fit; and grand-
mamma Herbert, with her spectacles on,
walked round and round, suggesting this
improvement, and that alteration, how a bit
was to be taken in here, and a bit let out
there, and her mind seemed so fully occu-
pied that Amy hoped the necklace would
be again forgotten ;—and so it was.

As soon as the dressmaker was gone, Mrs.
Herbert took a letter out of her desk. “I
don’t often send you of an errand by your-
self, Amy,” said she, “but I want you to
post this letter. Jane is busy mending and
getting your clothes ready, and I am tired
to death with looking for that stiletto.
What a thing it is, to be sure!” cried the
old lady. “I have had all the chairs
moved, and have looked in every hole and
corner ; but it seems as if it had sunk into
the earth. I am determined to find out

who took it. I feel sure it must have
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50 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

been Jane, for there was no one else
to do it.”

Amy felt so shocked at the idea of an
innocent person being suspected, that she
was on the point of confessing the whole
matter. But then her visit to London, and
the Christmas-tree! No, no! she had
gone too far, and whatever happened there
was no going back. Besides, her grand-
mamma was about to send her of an errand,
and here was a glorious opportunity of
matching the beads. So she took the
letter, and putting on her bonnet, set off
to the post-office, with the necklace in her
hand.

She darted along the streets like an
arrow from a bow, and soon reached the
jeweller’s shop, where the name of “ Gild-
man and Sons” was painted up in large
letters. Before going in, she cautiously
peeped through the window, and, to her
great annoyance, who should be there buy-
ing trinkets but her friend Laura Douglas!



THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 51

Amy had a guilty conscience, and was
very much afraid of being seen. A van of
goods was standing at the door, and she































































THE SHOP-WINDOW.

stepped behind it to hide. herself, and to

keep watch for Laura’s coming out. There
were several people in the shop, and they



52 THE JEWELLERS SHOP.

did their errands and came away again, but
Taura’s errands seemed to have no end, and
Amy thought she would never have done.
The clock in the market-place chimed more
than once, and still Laura was in the shop.
Amy was sadly perplexed. She dare not
stay much longer, or her grandmamma
would wonder what had become of her;
and there was nothing for it, but to take
the necklace home again without matching
the beads. It was very provoking, and the
tears came into Amy’s eyes, as, still intently
watching Laura, she stole from behind the
van. Mr. Gildman’s assistant was just
taking down a bale of goods, and Amy,
whose whole attention was fixed upon
Laura, stepped in his way. She was very
nearly knocked down; but, alas! a worse
misfortune happened to her. The paper
containing the necklace was jerked from
her hand, and in one moment Mr. Gildman’s
assistant had thrown the box of goods upon
it, and crushed it to atoms!



THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 53

At the very same instant Laura Douglas
came running out of the shop.

“Well, Amy,” said she, “who would
have thought of seeing you here? And
how frightened you look! What is the
matter ?”

“ Nothing,—only that disagreeable man
has knocked against me, and nearly pushed
me down,” replied Amy, trying to collect
her ideas.

“ And made you drop something, has he
not?” asked Laura.

“Me drop anything!” cried Amy, very
much excited, and the colour rushing to her
cheeks. ‘What can have put that into
your head ?”

“Well, you need not be so cross,” said
Laura. “TI thought you seemed to be look-
ing for something on the pavement. But I
cannot stay, so good-bye ;” and she scam-
pered away as fast as she could.

Amy thought at first she would tell the
young man of the mischief he had done, and



54 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

ask him to lift up the box. But, alas! it
could do no good. The necklace was spoilt,
there was little doubt of that,—crushed so
entirely Amy would hardly know it again.
Besides, he had been called to attend to
the shop, and there was no knowing how
long he would be before he came back. It
was quite useless to wait for his return, and
she was obliged, very reluctantly, to leave
the unfortunate necklace to its fate.







CHAPTER IV.

THE EMPTY BOX.

Se GMY walked home full of sad and
‘ bitter reflections. Into how many
troubles and disasters had her one
=e act of deceit led her! Her sister

y — Isabella’s necklace spoilt, herself
in constant fear of detection, and her peace
of mind gone !

The little voice again whispered to her to



confess.

“But grandmamma would be so very
anery with me if she knew her beautiful
present was broken! Oh, how I wish I had
told her the truth at first! How much
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56 THE EMPTY BOX.

home she will be sure to send me for the
necklace, and I shall be obliged to tell her
it 1s gone.”

It was a clear, bright frosty morning, and
the streets were full of peopie running
about on their different concerns. Here
and there Amy met with a group of children
going out for a walk, chattering and laugh-
ing as if there were at all events nothing
but sunshine for them. There seemed, too,
a world of happiness in the faces of the
merry little people that filled the shops,
intent on buying presents for their Christ-
mas-tree; and as they rushed out, loaded
with tempting parcels of all shapes and
sizes, Amy could not help looking at them
with envy. She thought herself more un-
happy just then than any one else in the
world ; and the only thing that could restore
her peace of mind was what she had not
the courage to do. Christmas-day in Lon-
don !--how could she give it up? And
Uncle Richard’s Christmas-tree dazzling



THE EMPTY BOX. 57

with lights and presents, and the dancing
and the fun, and the playing all day long
with puzzles and bagatelle, and everything
that was delightful !

“Oh no, no!” thought Amy, as she
reached her grandmamma’s door; “ the
necklace is gone for ever, and if I were to
tell, it would not bring it back again.
After all, I need not make myself so very
unhappy. It cannot be helped now; and
if I do not say a word, nobody will ever
find it out.”

Ah, Amy! and do you think the little
voice you have heard speak to you so often
will ever let you alone? Will it not
whisper to you of your fault when you le
down and rise up, when you are at your
lessons and your play? Will it not make
itself heard above all the bustle of your
journey, above all the merriment of your
Christmas-tree? Will it ever cease to
threaten you with a time when your false-
hood may come to light, and the broken



58 THE EMPTY BOX.

necklace appear again, to involve you in
confusion and disgrace ?

When Amy reached home, she met her
gerandmamma in the hall.

“Tt seems as if we were always to forget
the necklace, Amy,” said she. “ Be sure
and bring it down with you when you have
taken off your things.”

Amy’s heart sank within her. The mo-
ment was come at last when the fact of the
necklace being gone must be known, and
no power of hers could prevent it. As she
took off her bonnet and tippet, she tried
to think how she should ever have the
courage to give the empty box to her
grandmamma, and tell her that her beauti-
ful present was gone. Gone! and where ?
That would be the worst question of all.

“But no one saw me fetch it out of the
best bed-room,” said Amy to herself; “and
grandmamma will not think of my going
there after she has forbidden us. I will
say nothing about it; at all events, just now,



THE EMPTY BOX. 59

till we have been to London. If it were
not for that, I would tell the truth at once ;
but I could not bear to be left at home
after I have been reckoning so much
upon it.”

Having settled this point, Amy took the
empty box in her hand, and went slowly
down-stairs, her heart beating very fast,
and her colour going and coming every
minute. Grandmamma sat knitting as
usual by the fire, and Jane stood waiting
with her bonnet on, as if she were going
out of an errand.

«Ah, here it is,” said Mrs. Herbert,
looking up. “Now, Amy, guess what I
am going to do with it?”

“TJ don’t know, grandmamma,” stammered
Amy, holding the box tight in her hand,
and with a frightened air, as if she expected
to be punished.

“Tam going to send Jane to Mr. Gild-
man’s to get one for you exactly like it,”
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60 THE EMPTY BOX.

my mind this month past, because you have
been a good child, Amy, and good children
deserve to have presents. Besides,” con-
tinued the old lady, ‘now you are both
going to London, I should not like one to
be smarter than the other.—But what is
the matter with you, child? and why do
you stand staring at me as if you did not
understand what I said?”

Grandmamma Herbert had _ expected
Amy would come running to throw her
arms round her neck, and that she should
be nearly smothered with kisses. But no
such thing. Amy stood still as a statue,
and did not move an inch, but kept her
eyes fixed on her grandmamma without
speaking a word. At last, when Mrs. Her-
bert seemed out of patience, Amy stam-
mered out, still holding the box quite tight,
“Tt is gone, grandmamma! Isabella’s neck-
lace is gone!”

“Gone!” exclaimed Mrs. Herbert, get-
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THE EMPTY BOX. 61

Give me the box. Gone! it is quite im-
possible !”
“Tt is true, grandmamma,” cried Amy,



THE EMPTY BOX.

bursting into tears ; “the box is empty, and
there is no necklace anywhere !”

“No necklace anywhere!” cried Mrs.
Herbert in alarm, “perhaps Isabella has
put it somewhere else. I will go up-stairs
and look for it myself;” and she put on
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62 THE EMPTY BOX.

“Tt is of no use your going, grand-
mamma,” sobbed Amy, “for it is not there ;
T am sure it is not.”

“Well, well, child, give over crying,”
said the old lady kindly; “I daresay Isa-
bella has taken it with her. It was very
naughty, for I told her to leave it behind
for fear it should get broken. I suppose
the box was in its proper place ?”

“Yes, grandmamma,” said Amy, burst-
ing into a fresh flood of tears.

“My dear child, why need you distress
yourself in this way?” said Mrs. Herbert,
tenderly caressing Amy, and wiping away
her tears; “the necklace is sure to come
back again to-morrow—at least, I hope so ;
T would not have it lost for the world. I
shall be very angry with Isabella if any
mischief has happened to it.—Well, Jane,
you must take off your bonnet. I am
determined to have the necklaces alike ;
and Mr. Gildman might have a dozen, and
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THE EMPTY BOX. 63

really gone.” And Mrs. Herbert looked
very grave, and examined the box carefully,
as if she expected to find in it some clue to
the matter.

As soon as Jane was gone, Amy, who
dreaded to be questioned, crept up-stairs to
her own room. Here she sat shivering
with cold and fear, and bitterly repenting
her wicked and deceitful act.

“What a silly girl I have been!” thought
she. “If I had only waited I should have
had a necklace of my own,—a real beautiful
necklace, as good as Isabella’s! Oh, why
did I not put it back !”

While Amy was indulging these sad
reflections, the dinner-bell rang, and she had
again to meet her grandmamma, and run
the risk of hearing the unfortunate necklace
talked about. But Mrs. Herbert did not
allude to the subject. She was entirely
occupied with thinking of the journey to
London, and with the fear that Amy was
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64 THE EMPTY BOX.

having dinner, she kept looking very
anxiously at her; and when the cloth was
taken away, she gave her a glass of wine,
and made her sit down on a stool close by
the fire. “You do not look at all as I
should like you, child,” said she. “I hope
those roses of yours will come back by-
and-by, or I do not know what Uncle
Richard will say.”

“There is nothing the matter with me,
erandmamma,” said Amy, “only—,” and
her secret seemed to rise to her lips and
almost to come forth.

“ Only you are a little disappointed about
the necklace, I suppose,” said the kind-
hearted old lady; “and frightened, too, at
finding that some fairy has run away with
it. Ah! naughty Isabella, she does not
deserve to go to London! However, I
must not be angry with her. Christmas
comes but once a-year, and we cannot set
eld heads on young shoulders. But what
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THE EMPTY BOX, 65

Herbert, trying to divert her, “what should
you say if I were to go to London with you
myself? Only think how funny it would
be for an old lady of seventy going to help
make a Christmas-tree! Well, I daresay |
should enjoy it as much as the rest of you,
though I cannot play at blindman’s-buff,
and turn the trencher.”

Amy could not he'p laughing at the idea
of her grandmamma, playing at blindman’s-
buff and turn the trencher, and Mrs. Her-
bert laughed too, and began to tell stories
of what happened to her when she was a
little girl, and how they used to spend
Christmas in the olden time.

Amy was always delighted to hear about
the great old hall where her grandmamma
was born, and the wide, old-fashioned chim-
ney, and the fire upon the hearth. Then
she wanted to be told about the long table,
where, at dinner-time, the master and mis-
tress used to sit at the top, and the servants

to take their places at the other end; and
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66 THE EMPTY BOX.

what grand doings there used to be at
Christmas, when the misletoe bough was
hung up in the middle of the ceiling, and
the boar’s head was carried in on a great
dish, with a great deal of ceremony. grandmamma went on talking, Amy’s
spirits began to revive. Her eyes sparkled,
and the roses came back to her cheeks.
For a little while Isabella’s necklace was
forgotten, and it seemed as if it must be
safe in its box up-stairs, and that no mis-
chief had ever befallen it.

But by-and-by grandmamma grew tired,
and gave signs of wanting to have a nap.
First, she spoke seldom, and her words had
great gaps between them; then her head
began to nod, till her spectacles nearly
dropped into her lap; and, at last, she
leaned back in her chair, and went fairly off
to sleep.

Amy sat on the little stool by the fire,
her eyes fixed on the bright cinders in the
grate. But her thoughts were busy pictur-



THE EMPTY BOX. 67

ing to herself the journey to London, the
bustle of starting, the delight of finding her-
self in the train, the whirling along of the
carriages, how the trees and hedges would
seem to be flying past, while in reality they
stood still and it was only she who moved.
Then she thought of Uncle Richard’s grand
house that she had never yet seen, and how
he would come out to meet her; and the
happy faces of her cousins, and how they
would crowd round her, and how much
there would be to tell,—how much to play
at.

“T do so wish the day were come!” said
Amy to herself, ‘and that we were really
setting off.”

Just at this moment she heard a little
bustle in the hall, and who should come in
but her friend Laura Douglas !

Amy’s fears were roused in an instant,
for her grandmamma opened her eyes, and
seeing who it was, began to ask Laura how
she did.



68 ¢ THE EMPTY BOX.

“JT am very well, thank you, ma’am,”
replied Laura. “I called to tell you,”
added she, turning to Amy, “that we had
found some of your—”

“QO Laura!” interrupted Amy in a great
hurry, “what do you think? just guess if
you can! I forgot to tell you this morning.
We are going to London ?”

“Going to London! dear me, what a
treat! Amy, you are a happy gil!” re-
turned Laura, making believe to be jealous,
“what with the beautiful present of the—”

“We are going to Uncle Richard’s, and
there is to be a Christmas-tree, and I don’t
know what besides,” continued Amy, her
voice trembling with eagerness and terror ;
“and all my cousins will be there, and
Isabella is coming home to-morrow on pur-
pose to get ready.” And Amy went rattling
on, telling Laura about her new frock,
about the packing up, about everything she
could think of, to divert her grandmamma’s
attention.



THE EMPTY BOX. 69

Happily for Amy, Mrs. Herbert had not
finished her nap, and was very tired and
sleepy, so while her little grandchild was
talking, she again began to nod, and actually
dropped fast asleep. This was a great relief





AN UNWELCOME VISITOR.

to Amy, and she hoped, by speaking in a
whisper, that the rest of the conversation
would be unheard.

Laura now took a small paper parcel from
her pocket. “TI called to bring you this,
Amy,” said she ; “it has in it the beads be-



70 THE EMPTY BOX.

longing to your necklace ; we picked them
up this morning, and mamma wrapped them
in paper.”

‘What is that about the paper?” said
Mrs. Herbert, rousing herself on a sudden ;
“did you say your mamma had sent me the
paper ?”

“Oh no, grandmamma !” said Amy, with-
out giving Laura time to speak; “we did
not mean to disturb you. We were talking
in a whisper that you might not hear.”

Mrs. Herbert was only half awake, so
she did not repeat the question, but very
soon dozed off again.

“What did you do about the necklace
when you got home, Amy?” continued
Laura ; “did you tell your grandmamma at
once ¢”

“Tell her grandmamma what?” asked
Mrs. Herbert, catching up the words,—
“tell her grandmamma what ?”

“Oh, nothing, grandmamma! it is only
about that unfortunate necklace,” said Amy,



THE EMPTY BOX. : 71

driven to despair, and in a tone of extreme
distress.

“ Of course she did,” said Mrs. Herbert,
without opening her eyes; “but it will all
come right to-morrow. She need not make
herself unhappy about the necklace.”

“What a kind, good grandmamma yours
is!” cried Laura; “now if I had—”

Amy laid her finger on her lip; “I
am sure we are disturbing her,” whis-
pered she; “grandmamma always goes to
sleep after dinner, and does not wake up
till tea.”

“ Well, I am going, so I shall not disturb
anybody,” said Laura, laughing. “ Good-
bye, Amy, and if I should find any more
of your—”

“ Hush! hush!” said Amy, in great
alarm ; “pray, do not talk so loud; good-
bye, and thank you for the beads,” added
she, in a tone so low it could scarcely be
heard.

When Laura was gone, Amy’s perils for



72 " ‘THE EMPTY BOX,

that day were over. Grandmamma slept
quietly till tea, and after tea Amy read
aloud, while Mrs. Herbert knitted, and
they spent a very pleasant evening., To
be sure, there were moments when the
thought of the necklace caused a pang to
Amy’s heart, and it did not seem quite
clear what would happen when Isabella
came home without it. There was, besides,
Laura Douglas with the whole story on
her lips, ready to tell it whenever she
could gain a hearmg. At such times Amy
felt her situation to be very dangerous, and
her journey to London appeared to hang
upon a thread.

But it was not till bed-time came, and
Jane had undressed her, and drawn the
curtains close, and she was left alone, that
these thoughts became almost intolerable.
Then the little voice talked to her afresh, and
try as she might, she was not able to silence
it. Still and small it was, and seemed to
make no noise, but Amy heard it in her



THE EMPTY BOX. 73

very heart of hearts, and again she could
not sleep, and tossed to and fro till morning,
struggling with her better feelings, yet
without the moral courage to let them have
their way.



















CHAPTER V.

THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE.

oe
YG pIHE next morning was cold and

Le winterly. The snow was coming
ze x down in great flakes, and had been
e i? doing so for a long time before
Amy got up. Icicles were hanging from
the windows, and the frost had made all
manner of odd-looking pictures on the glass.
The garden in front of the house was hidden
by the snow, and the trees looked as if they
were covered with feathers. People in the
street were hurrying about in furs, and
cloaks, and woollen comforters, and nobody
seemed to enjoy the snow except the little
boys, who found plenty of fun in making

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THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE, 75

slides and pelting each other with snow-
balls.

Within doors it was a bustling morning.
The children were to start on Tuesday, and
there was scarcely a week, as grandmamma
said, in which to do the work of three.
Mrs. Herbert was busy plaiting up the
children’s new caps, Jane was busy getting
their clothes in order ready to pack up,
cook was busy making plum-puddings and
mince-pies to take with them, and Amy
was busy threading her grandmamma’s
needle, and running to wait upon every-
body. Altogether the morning passed very
quickly, and dinner-time came before they
were aware.

“And now,” said grandmamma, after
dinner, as she seated herself in the easy-
chair,—‘“‘and now, I suppose, we shall
have Isabella home in about an hour. I
hope the child will not take cold ;” and she
stirred the fire to make it burn brighter.

Isabella coming home in an hour! The



76 THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE,

words sunk into Amy’s heart like a stone.
She loved her sister very dearly, and at any
other time would have been rejoiced to see
her home again. The house was always
dull without Isabella, for there was no one
to play with or talk to while her grand-
mamma was asleep. But the necklace! the
fatal necklace !—there seemed no end to the
mischief it would cause. Amy alone knew
what had become of it ; every one else was
in ignorance; and how they would search
from the top of the house to the bottom,-—
and what running up and down stairs there
would be,—what ransacking in drawers,—
how grandmamma would fuss and Isabella
would cry,—and how it would end it was
quite impossible to say!

But time passed, and the little clock on
the mantelpiece had just struck five when
the omnibus came rattling down the street,
and stopped at Mrs. Herbert’s door. It
was Isabella come home, and the old lady
jumped up and went into the hall to meet



THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 77

her. First a great box was brought out,
then a bag, and then what looked to be a
bundle of shawls and tippets, but which in
reality was Isabella, in the highest possible
spirits, and quite ready to start off to Lon-
don that very minute.

“O grandmamma, so we are really going!”
cried she, dancing about the room,— going
to Uncle Richard’s! of all places in the
world, there is not one I like so much !”

“ But you have not kissed me, Isabella,”
said Mrs. Herbert affectionately; “and
you must have your bonnet taken off, and
your hands warmed,—what little cold things
they are, to be sure!” added she, as she
drew off the little girl’s gloves. “Here,
Jane, take away the shawls and tippets,
and let us have some tea.”

“O grandmamma, I am so happy!” cried
Isabella, kissing Mrs. Herbert again and
again ; “and I was in such a hurry to come
away this morning to hear all about it, and
how we are to go, and everything.—But,



78 THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE.

Amy, you don’t look a bit glad; what is
the matter ?”

“Amy has not been very well since she
went to Laura Douglas’s party,” said Mrs.
Herbert; “I cannot think what is amiss
with her.”

“OQ Amy, it will never do to be poorly
now, just when we are going to Uncle
Richard’s,” said Isabella, with a look of
concern. ‘‘ You have no idea how delightful
it is! I never enjoyed myself so much in
my life as last Christmas, when I was there
for the holidays.”

“Do tell me what sort of a place it is,”
cried Amy eagerly. ‘Grandmamma has
never been, and I do so want to know.”

‘‘ By-the-by, Isabella,” said Mrs. Herbert,
in a very serious tone, “how could you
think of taking your necklace to school,
when I desired you to leave it behind ?”

“JT take my necklace! Oh no, grand-
mamma, I should never have thought of
doing anything so naughty,” replied Isabella



THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 79

firmly ; “TI left it in the drawer, as you told

2?

me.

“But Amy has been to look for it, and - °

says it is not there,” said Mrs. Herbert
quickly.

“Oh yes, I am sure it is, grandmamma,”
cried Isabella, jumping up, and running to
the door; “I will fetch it in a minute.”

Mrs. Herbert and Amy heard her go
up-stairs, open the spare-room door, and
pull at the drawer, as if she were in a great
hurry. Then there was a pause, and in a
few minutes Isabella came running down
again.

“OQ grandmamma, who has taken it?
What have you done with it? My beauti-
ful new necklace!” cried she in a tone of
distress.

“T have done nothing with it ; and it is
the strangest thing I ever heard of,” cried
Mrs. Herbert ;—“the necklace is gone,
actually gone, and nobody knows a word
about it!”



80 THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE.

“Oh but, grandmamma, I left it quite
safe in the drawer, indeed I did, in its box,
just as you gave it me. Somebody must
have taken it. It could not go of itself:—
Amy, have you been meddling with my
necklace?” and she turned quickly round
upon her sister.

It was getting very dark, and the candles
had not been lighted, or the deep crimson of
Amy’s cheeks would have been seen.

“T meddle with it!” faltered she; “ you
know, Isabella, it was in the spare-room,
and grandmamma never lets me go there.”

“Well, but did you meddle with my
necklace ?” repeated Isabella, fixing her eyes
sharply on her sister’s face.

Amy’s journey to London and the Christ-
mas-tree seemed to tremble in the balance.
She shook from head to foot, but replied
immediately, in a hurried yet decided voice,
“No, Isabella, I did not meddle with your
necklace.”

“Oh no! what has Amy to do with it?”



THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 81

interrupted Mrs. Herbert, with whom the
little girl was an especial favourite. ‘She
cried as if her heart would break at the very



DENIAL.

idea of its being gone. Ohno! Amy had
nothing to do with it.”

Isabella did not seem quite satisfied.
Still there was no reason to suppose that
Amy knew anything about it; and the only
thing to be done was to hunt for the neck-
lace from the top of the house to the

bottom.
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82 THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE,

After tea was over the search began in ear- —
nest, and, as Amy had foreseen, drawers were
turned out, and cupboards emptied, and every
place, possible or impossible, thoroughly
looked into. It took a long time to do,
and the little girls were tired, and Grand-
mamma Herbert quite knocked up; but
still the necklace was not found. It was
hard work for Amy to be looking for what
she knew, all the time, was not there; and
the little voice kept whispering to her again
and again to confess.

“You do not know what you are about,
Amy,” it said, “or to what the falsehood of
the necklace may lead. Confess your fault
at once ; tell your grandmamma the whole
story, and bear patiently whatever punish-
ment she may inflict.”

But no, it was harder to do it now than
ever; and Amy found out what older per-
sons than herself have often experienced,—
that the further you go in any wrong path,
the more difficult it is toturn back. So she



THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 83

was silent. And the search went on, till
ecrandmamma gave it up in despair, and
proposed that they should go back again to
the parlour. But there was no pleasant
evening as Isabella had expected, for an
uncomfortable feeling seemed to have crept
into the happy little circle. Grandmamma
was fidgety, and began to talk about her
work-box, and her ivory thimble, and the
stiletto that was missing, and to wonder
what had become of it, and whether it was
gone to look after the necklace.

Poor Isabella’s spirits were depressed.
She was peevish and irritable, and did
nothing but bemoan her loss, and say what
a hard case it was to come back and _ find
that some one had run away with her neck-
lace ; that she had only worn it once, and no
one would ever give her another.

But Amy was the most miserable of all ;
and as she sat upon her little stool, with
her head resting on her hand, her heart felt
ready to break.



84 THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE.

That night, when the servants came in to
prayers, Mrs. Herbert did not read the
chapter that was next in order, but turned
to the Old Testament, and chose out one
she thought more suitable. It was the
story of Gehazi, and how he was struck
with leprosy for having told a lic.

The old lady looked very sorrowful as
she closed the book, and began to say ina
few words the trouble she was in for think-
ing that some one in her house must be
guilty of theft and lying.

“T cannot tell who it is,” said she, “that
has been so wicked as to take the necklace
and the stiletto; but she may be quite sure
that God sees her, and will not let her sin
go unpunished.”

While grandmamma was speaking, Ame
kept her eyes fixed upon the carpet; and
when prayers were over, she was glad to
make her escape to bed. She slept that
night, for she was too tired for even the
little voice to keep her awake. But she



THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 85

heard it in her dreams, and sometimes
would wake up suddenly, and think that
when morning came she would go to her
grandmamma’s room, and tell her the secret
that was preying on her mind.

Morning did come, and Amy’s fears
revived. She could not give up the journey
to London, and the Christmas-tree. She
would, indeed, confess, but not just then.
She could not bring the necklace back by
telling, and she resolved, at all events, to
wait till her return.







CHAPTER VI.

THE PAPER OF BEADS.

\PHILE Mrs. Herbert was dressing,
the next morning, a tap was
heard at the door, and Jane
entered the room.

“Tf you please, ma’am, I have
found your stiletto,” said she, holding it out
to her mistress.

“My stiletto? dear me, how glad I am
to see it!” cried Mrs. Herbert. “My
silver stiletto, that I have been in such
distress about! But where did you find
et”

“T found it in the parlour, ma’am, as I



was sweeping. It had fallen down under



THE PAPER OF BEADS. 87

the window-seat, close by where your work-
box stood.”

Mrs. Herbert looked sharply at her little
maid, but there was no sign either of con-
fusion or embarrassment. Jane had told a
plain, straightforward tale, yet still Mrs.
Herbert felt puzzled.

“Tt is very odd that we never saw it
before,” said she, “when we looked for it
over and over again, and moved all the
chairs and tables.”

“JT don’t know anything about that,
ma’am,” said Jane, in a firm yet respectful
tone ; “TI only know I saw it this morning
under the window-seat, just as if it had
dropped out of your work-box.”

“Dropped out of my work-box !” repeated
Mrs. Herbert, as, when Jane had retired,
she finished putting on her cap at the glass.
“Of course the person who opened the
work-box took out the stiletto. What else
could she have meddled with it for? It is
very strange that Jane should not have



88 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

found it till this morning. I cannot under-
stand it at all. Perhaps she will find the
necklace next.”

When Mrs Herbert came down to break-
fast she was very grave and sad. She did not
pat her little grandchildren on the cheek, and
talk to them as usual; indeed, she hardly
spoke at all, and was so occupied with
thinking of something else, that she sugared
the tea twice over, and left the urn running
till the tea-tray was swimming with water.
Isabella and Amy both saw that something
was amiss; and Isabella began to talk
about going to London, and tried to get up
a little merriment. But it would not do.
Grandmamma answered Yes or No at ran-
dom; and Amy seemed too much occupied
with studying the figures on her cup and
saucer to hold any conversation at all.
After breakfast, as the sun was shining,
Mrs. Herbert sent the little girls out for a
walk ; and when they were gone, she sat a
long time by the fire with her knitting in



THE PAPER OF BEADS, 89

her hand, but without doing a stitch. She
was thinking over and over again the affair
of the stiletto and the necklace; and the
more she did so, the more she felt convinced
that the loss of one had to do with the loss
of the other. The only person she could
possibly suspect was Jane, for the cook had
lived with her more than twenty years, and
was as upright and honest as the day.
Jane had only been in the house six months,
and Mrs. Herbert had taken her into her
service from motives of charity. She was a
well-behaved, industrious girl, and, till the
affair of the stiletto, everything had gone
on smoothly. But now the feeling of not
being able to trust her was in Mrs. Herbert’s
mind, and every minute this feeling grew
stronger and stronger. There was, to be
sure, no clear proof of her guilt, but then,
neither the stiletto nor the necklace could
have gone away of their own accord, and
who else was there to take them ?

Just as Mrs. Herbert was discussing this



90 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

difficult point, there was a tap at the door,
and Jane herself entered the room. She
had a little screw of paper in her hand,
which she laid down before her mistress.

“T have just found this paper, ma’am,”
said she, “and it has in it some _ pearl-
beads like those on Miss Isabella’s neck-
lace.”

“Tsabella’s necklace!” cried Mrs. Her- |
bert, hastily unwrapping the paper; “and
where did this come from, I wonder ?”

“Tt dropped out of the pocket of Miss
Amy’s frock that I had taken down into
the kitchen to brush,” replied Jane quietly,
and without the least hesitation.

The old lady’s hand trembled so much,
that some of the beads were shaken out of
the paper and rolled upon the floor. “ Amy’s
frock!” repeated she quickly; “what do
you mean? what frock ?”

“Her brown merino, ma’am, that you
told me to be sure and brush before she
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THE PAPER OF BEADS. 91

the first thing, and the little parcel dropped
out of the pocket.”

Mrs. Herbert’s face turned very red, and
then all the colour went away, and it became
quite pale.



TUE PAPER OF BEADS.

“Are you sure that you are speaking
the truth, Jane?” said she earnestly. “I
can forgive anything rather than a false-
hood.”

“Tt is the truth, ma’am, and nothing but



92 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

the truth,” replied Jane, in a resolute tone ;
“this little paper—”

“Well, well, you need not say it over
again,” said the old lady impatiently.
« After all, the beads may not belong to the
necklace. They look very much like it
though, I am afraid,” added she, examining
them closely; ‘‘and there are so many of them
too—half a row, at least. Go, Jane; I will
question Miss Amy as soon as she comes in.”

“Tt cannot be Amy,” continued the old
lady when she was alone. “No, no; I will
never believe that it was Amy, my pet
child, my darling, who has never done any-
thing to vex me in her life, except— ;” and
here Mrs. Herbert remembered the one or
two acts of deceit and story-telling that
Amy had been known to commit. “ But
that was a year ago,” said she, still talking
to herself, ‘““and she has not deceived me
once since then. No, no; it is quite impos-
sible it could be Amy. If it were, it would
break my heart.”



THE PAPER OF BEADS. 93

But, however fully Mrs. Herbert might
be convinced of her grandchild’s mnocence,
she became very anxious and fidgety for her
return, that the matter might be settled
beyond any doubt. She kept getting up
and looking out of the window, and listening
eagerly to the rings at the bell, and thinking
that Isabella and Amy must have gone a
very long walk indeed. At length, just as
her patience was exhausted, the bell rang
once more, and immediately after the well-
known voices of the children were heard in
the hall.

Amy was in high spirits, and her cheeks
glowed like a rose. Isabella had been
giving her a description of Uncle Richard’s
house, and the play-room, with the great
swing from the ceiling, and the rocking-
horse, and the doll’s house, and all the
delightful things that were to make them so
happy on Christmas week. As Amy
listened, her spirits grew more*and more
elated. She seemed to tread on air; and



94 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

all thoughts of the necklace vanished from
her mind.

In one moment these bright prospects
were clouded. As soon as she entered the
house her grandmamma called her.

“Amy,” said she, “do you know any-
thing of this paper of beads?”

At this sudden address Amy started and
turned pale. “What beads do you mean,
grandmamma ?” asked she timidly.

“Come here, child, and don’t look so
frightened,” said Mrs. Herbert in an en-
couraging tone. ‘These beads are like
Isabella’s beads, that Jane says she found
in your pocket.”

Amy recognized the beads in an instant,
and knew what her grandmamma meant
but too well.

“JT must deny it,” thought she, as she
stooped to pick up Mrs. Herbert’s knitting.

“Confess,” whispered the little voice more
earnestly than ever. “Confess, or the blame
will be Jaid upon some one who is innocent.”



THE PAPER OF BEADS. 95

But Amy did not confess. She laid the
knitting on the table and said, “Let me
look at the beads, grandmamma.”

“ There they are, child,” said the old lady,
her voice becoming very tremulous. “You
see they belong to Isabella’s necklace; there
is no doubt about it. All I want to know
is, how they came into your pocket.”

Amy did not hesitate a moment. From
one falsehood she was driven to another ;
and, stifling the voice of conscience within
her, she replied, “I do not know, grand-
mamma.”

“Then you did not put them there your-
self? you had nothing to do with it?” said
Mrs. Herbert quickly. ‘You never meddled
with your sister’s necklace, did you, Amy ?”

It would have been almost cruel to say
“Yes,” so eagerly did ‘the old lady bend
forward in her chair to hear Amy’s denial ;
and when this was repeated, she pressed her
in her arms, and nearly smothered her with
kisses !



96 THE PAPER OF BEADS,

“ Amy, my own child,” said she, as great
tears dropped from her eyes, “if you had
done it, I should never have been happy
again. It would have broken my heart
to have you deceive me. I have never
been harsh with you, Amy, have I, that
you should be afraid of speaking the
truth ?”

Amy did not know what to say or what
todo. Her grandmamma’s affection caused
her the greatest pain, and yet it was impos-
sible to undeceive her. So she declared over
and over again she had nothing to do with
the beads; and every time Mrs. Herbert
cried for joy, and said the loss of the neck-
lace was trifling compared to the distress of
suspecting Amy of telling a falsehood.

That afternoon, as Amy was going up-
stairs, she heard voices talking very loud.
The door of her grandmamma’s room was
ajar, and Amy stood a moment to listen, for
she caught the sound of her own name.
Mrs. Herbert seemed very angry indeed,



THE PAPER OF BEADS. 97

and was speaking louder and faster than
Amy had ever heard her before.

“JT could forgive you taking the stiletto,
and the necklace too, Jane,” said she; “ but
to try and fix it upon Amy, who is as inno-
cent as I am, is more than I can bear. No,
no! I can never forgive you that.”

“ But I did not take the necklace, or the
stiletto either,” cried Jane, who was sobbing
bitterly. “I never took the value of a pin
that did not belong to me—mother knows | ©
did not. Ask my mother, ma’am, and she
will tell you that I have never told a story
in my life.”

“You are telling one now,” said Mrs.
Herbert angrily. ‘“ Why do you not con-
fess your fault instead of obstinately deny-
ing it?”

“ Because I am innocent, and have nothing
to confess, ma’am,” said Jane proudly.

“How dare you tell me you found the
beads in Miss Amy’s pocket, when she de-

clares over and over again that she never
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CHAPTER I.

A GAME AT FORFEITS.

Amy Herbert stole up-stairs to her
grandmamma’s best bed-room.
Now this best bed-room had its furni-
ture ‘all covered up with brown holland,
and was very seldom used except on state
occasions. Amy and her sister Isabella
were strictly forbidden to enter it, except
by their grandmamma’s permission; and this
permission, it was evident from Amy’s man-
ner, had not been granted. Every minute



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8 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

she looked behind her, to make quite sure
that no one saw her ; and peeped first to the
right and then to the left, as if afraid of be-
ing detected.

But no one was in sight, and Amy reached
the door in safety. She turned the handle
without making any noise, and went on tip-
toe across the carpet to a chest of drawers
that stood by the side of the bed. Her
hand trembled a little as she opened one
of the drawers; and she hesitated a few
moments, as if uncertain whether or not she
should proceed. But her scruples did not
last long, and she took a beautiful pearl-neck-
lace out of its box, and held it up to the light.

“T should so like to wear it just this
once,” said she to herself. “Isabella is
twenty miles off, and will not be home for a
fortnight at least.” A step on the stairs
made her start, and the necklace was thrust
hastily back. But no, it was a false alarm ;
and after listening a minute, she drew it out,
and continued her soliloquy.
A GAME AT FORFEITS. 9

“Grandmamma might just as well have
given me one too. Isabella is only a year
older than I am. How nice it does look
over this white frock!” and she clasped it
round her neck. “I have a great mind—”
She stopped; the colour went from her
cheek. ‘Suppose I were—nobody would
know. I could carry it in my pocket, and ©
put it on when I got there.”

Jane, grandmamma Herbert’s little wait-
ing-maid, was busy in the kitchen, and
grandmamma herself sat knitting by the
parlour-fire. There was no one at hand to
remonstrate, yet a little voice whispered,
quite loud enough to be heard, that Amy
was going to do a very naughty thing; and
from the expression of her face in the glass,
it was evident she thought so too.

Amy Herbert was a quick, clever child,
and had a great many good qualities. She
was attentive to her lessons, and kind and
affectionate to her grandmamma, with whom
she and her sister Isabella had lived ever
10 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

since they could remember. But Amy had
one fault, and a very sad fault it was. She
did not always speak the truth, and more
than once had been guilty of some little act
of deceit. These acts of deceit were, to be
sure, very trifling; but then Amy had to tell
a story to hide them, and that made two
faults instead of one.

It was a bad thing for her that grand-
mamma Herbert was an old lady, and not
very quick-sighted, and did not always find
her out. Her sister Isabella, too, was at a
boarding-school, and only came home for
the holidays ; so that Amy’s habit of false-
hood grew upon her, and in the end led her
into a great deal of mischief, as you
will see.

She was going that evening to a child’s
party at the house of her play-fellow, Laura
Douglas; a treat she had been looking
forward to for the last week with great
delight, and she had scarcely slept for
thinking of it. But now the happy moment
A GAME AT FORFEITS. 11

was come, and Jane, the little waiting-maid,
had dressed her all ready to go.

You would have thought how very pretty
Amy looked, had you seen her in her clean
white frock and blue sash, and with her
hair so nicely curled and tied with bows of
ribbon. But Amy did not think so herself.
She was discontented because she had not
a pearl necklace like Isabella’s; and this
feeling had made her creep up-stairs like a
culprit to take at least a peep at it.

One act of deceit always leads to another ;
and Amy, having gone into the spare room
without her grandmamma’s knowledge, just
to take a peep at the necklace, was seized
with a great longing to wear it. She had
not the courage to ask for it openly, and
was about to yield to the temptation of
getting it by unfair means.

But hark! some one was really coming,
and in another minute it would be too late.
She dared not stay to argue the matter any
longer. It was now or never ; and, unclasp-
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AMY AND THE NECKLACE,

ing the necklace, she slipped it into her
pocket.
A GAME AT FORFEITS. 13

“T+ cannot do any harm just to wear it
for one night,” thought she. ‘“ Grand-
mamma will never know; she is not going
to be there. Besides, I shall put it back
again directly I get home.”

But in spite of this resolve, the moment
Amy hid the necklace in her pocket her
peace of mind was gone, and a thousand
dangers and anxieties she had never dreamt
of sprang up before her. She felt very
unhappy, and was afraid of bidding her
grandmamma good-bye, lest by any chance
the old lady should find out what she
had been doing. But to set off with-
out was quite impossible. So Amy shut
the drawer, and stole out of the room,
trying to look as if nothing had _hap-
pened.

“Well, darling, and what have you
been so long about?” said Mrs. Her-
bert, as her little grandchild entered the
parlour.

Grandmamma spoke just as kindly as
14 A GAME AT FORFEITS,

usual; but Amy had a guilty conscience,
and she started and turned pale, as though
she expected to be punished.

“J—I—I have been doing nothing,
grandmamma,’ stammered she, hardly
knowing what to say.

Mrs. Herbert was too busy warming a
shawl for her little grandchild to notice her
alarm ; and when this was pinned on, she
looked first at one foot and then at the
other, to see that they were well defended
from the wet.

Amy felt a pang of remorse. “How I
wish I had not done it!” thought she. “I
have a great mind to run back and put it in
its box !”

But there was no time now. Jane stood
in the hall with her bonnet on, ready to
accompany her young mistress; and Amy
set off to Mrs. Douglas’s with the necklace
in her pocket.

It was a cold, rainy night, and the streets
were nearly deserted. Amy felt ill at ease,
A GAME AT FORFEITS. 15

and trudged on without speaking a word.
In vain she tried to rally her spirits by
thinking how pretty the necklace would
look, and how easily she could put it into
its box without any one knowing a word -
about it; the little voice would not be
silenced, and kept on telling her of her
fault, until she felt half inclined even then
to go back. But all the time Jane was
hurrying along, for fear Miss Amy should
get wet; and as soon as Mrs. Douglas's
house was in sight, she ran forward to
knock at the door.

“JT must wear it for this one night,”
thought Amy, as she entered the hall;
“but the very minute I get home I will put
it back, and never touch it any more !”

The cheerful lights, the sound of music,
and the merry voices of children at play,
were quite enough to turn the current of
Amy’s thoughts, and she ran up-stairs as
happy and light-hearted as ever. Her little
friend Laura helped her to take off her
16 A GAME AT FORFEITS,

wrappings, laughing and talking all the
time, telling her what a number of games
they were going to play at, and how late
they meant to sit up, and how her mamma
had given them a whole holiday, because,
with such a party as that in their heads, it
was impossible to think of lessons.

“But come along, Amy!” cried she, as
the little girl still lingered before the glass,
after her bonnet and shawl had been taken
off.

“Stay a minute; I have not quite
finished,” said Amy, in a hesitating tone.
“JT have to put on my necklace ;” and she
drew it out of her pocket.

“What! has your grandmamma given
you a necklace too?” said Laura, as Amy
was putting it round her neck. “ How
very good of her, to be sure! And itis just
like Isabella’s. I could think it was the
same.”

Amy made no reply; but, turning very
red, pretended the clasp would not hold.

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A GAME AT FORFEITS. 17

“Let me do it for you,” said Laura good-
naturedly. “I never saw such a pretty



PUTTING IT ON.

necklace ; but did your grandmamma give
it you?” said she again.
Amy did not mean to tell a story, but

she was driven to it. There was, indeed,
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no escape ; for Laura, who was very inquisi-
tive, kept repeating the question.

“Yes,” said she, hesitating, and turning
quickly from the glass; “but I am ready
now to go down-stairs. Do let us make
haste! I believe they are playing with-
out us.”

“Ah, I wish I had a grandmamma to
give me such a beautiful necklace!” said
Laura, as she followed her little friend out
of the room.

A terrible uproar was going on in the
parlour when the little girls entered. A
game at blindman’s-buff had just begun,
and there was such screaming, and shouting,
and laughing, such skipping from one side
of the room to the other, such scrambling
under chairs and tables, and trying by all
manner of means to avoid being caught, that
the noise was actually deafening. Amy
dearly loved to play at blindman’s-buff, and
for a few minutes entered into it as heartily
as the rest. But all at once the thought of
A GAME AT FORFEITS, 19

her necklace brought her to a stop. It was
quite sure to get broken. How could she
help it, with the children running against
her, and jostling her on every side ?—to say
nothing of what would happen were she to
get caught, and the rough little boy who
was blinded were to feel all over her face
and neck to find out who she was. So she
left off playing, and crept into a corner,
where she stood trembling with fright lest
any accident should befall her. She
screamed if any one came near her, and
kept her hand tightly clasped upon her
necklace, as if to protect it from danger.
Blindman’s-buff went on a long time, and
it seemed as if the children would never be
tired. Then followed Jack-lost-bis-supper,
and turn the trencher ; in neither of which
delightful games Amy dared to join. It
would have been as great a risk as blind-
man’s-buff: so she pretended to be tired,
and went and sat again in her corner. It
was very dull work to sit still and see others
29 A GAME AT FORFEITS,

play, and Amy felt that the pleasure of
wearing the necklace was very ill repaid by
the loss of so much fun.

Laura Douglas was sadly disappointed
that Amy would not play. ‘It is so tire-
some of you,” said she, coming up to her;
“T cannot enjoy myself a bit if you sit there
looking so dull and dismal. Come, do have
one game!”

“Oh yes, do have one game!” cried the
children, stopping in their play, and hem-
ming Amy up in her corner.

“Oh yes, do have one game!” was echoed
on all sides, and some even tried to drag her
into the middle of the room. Amy was now
more frightened than ever. “I will play—-
I will play,” cried she hastily, “only do not
pull me so; please, pray, do not!” added
she in a tone of distress. :

“Very well, then, you shall be ‘my lady’s
necklace,” said Laura Douglas, taking up
the trencher and twirling it round. Amy
was called out directly ; and the children, as
A GAME AT FORFEITS. 21

if to make up for the play she had lost, took
a delight in keeping her on the full run.

This would have been capital fun to Amy
if it had not been for her necklace. But as
it was, she moved so slowly, and was so occu-
- pied with trying to save it, that she had more
forfeits than any one else in the room. She
very soon lost her handkerchief, then fol-
lowed her gloves, and by-and-by a merry
little urchin pounced upon her sash.

“Tt is of no use crying ‘ Forfeit, for I
have nothing left to give,” said she in a
pitiful tone, as the trencher again fell to the
ground before she could reach it.

“Oh yes, you have!” cried the children,
dancing for joy. “There is your necklace.
Come, Miss Amy, off with your necklace !”

“Oh, pray don’t touch it!” cried Amy,
keeping them at a distance with both her
hands. “I would not have it broken for
all the world!”

“Broken! who would think of breaking
it?” cried Harry Glover, the little boy who
22 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

had been blinded. “But you must pay
your forfeit, Amy, or else go to prison.
Come, off with your necklace!” and he
pressed upon her to try and undo the clasp.

Amy actually screamed with terror, and
kept him off as well as she could. But
Harry was more than a match for her, and
in the scuffle that took place he had a great
deal the best of it. In spite of all her efforts
to prevent it, he undid the clasp, and getting
possession of the necklace, he waved it
triumphantly in the air.

“T have it! I have it!” exclaimed he.
“ Hurrah, hurrah for the necklace!”

“Give it me back,” cried Amy, quite pale
with fear; “give it me back this very
minute, you naughty, rude boy!” and she
tried to snatch it out of his hand.

“The necklace is not yours now,” said
Harry, holding it behind him ; “it is a for-
feit; keep off, will you?” for Amy had
thrown herself upon him to try and get
it back. She exerted all her strength;
A GAME AT FORFEITS. ~ 23



THE STRUGGLE FOR E BRACELET.

for the fright she was in prevented her
from thinking what was best to be done.
For a few moments there was a_ furious
contest between the two, while the chil-
24 A GAME AT FORFEITS,

dren, who thought it was all meant for
play, stood round and shouted with glee.

“That’s right, Harry !” cried one.

« Amy will get it!” shouted another.

“See, he can’t keep it long!” added a third.

“Now! now! Amy has got it!” ex-
claimed a fourth.

Amy had got it—that is to say, she had
caught hold of one end of the necklace.
Alas! the threads were too brittle to bear
such rough usage. They gave way, and in
a moment the floor was scattered over with
the delicate little pearls !

Amy burst into a violent fit of crying.
No greater misfortune could possibly have
happened, and the children’s faces were
quite blank with dismay.

“Tt was not my fault, was it?” said
Harry Glover, who still held the fragment
of the necklace; “you know, Amy, you
tried to pull it out of my hand.”

“ You need not cry so, Amy,” said Laura
Douglas, who was carefully picking up the
A GAME AT FORFEITS. 25

beads. “your grandmamma will not be
angry with you if you tell her the
truth.”

But Amy sobbed as if her heart would
break, and nothing her companions could
say gave her any comfort.

It was of no use wishing she had not
done it; the broken necklace lay before her,
and she felt it would be quite impossible to
help her grandmamma knowing. Had it
been her own necklace, it would not have
mattered ; for Mrs. Herbert was too good
and kind ever to punish the children for a
mere accident. But it was not her own—
not even lent her—but stolen out of its box
without any one’s knowledge or permission.
What would become of her when she got
home, she could not imagine.

“JT dare not tell grandmamma, I am
sure,” thought she, “she would be so very
angry ; and yet, how am I to hide it from
her? Oh, how unhappy I am!” And
Amy’s tears burst forth afresh.
26 A GAME AT FORFEITS.

The children tried in vain to comfort her,
Laura Douglas assured her again and again
that Mrs. Herbert would not be angry; and
Harry Glover even offered to tell the old
lady how it was, and take all the blame of
the accident upon himself. Amy refused
his good-natured offer in great alarm, and,
drying her eyes, endeavoured to be a little
cheerful. But there was no more enjoyment
for her that night. She did nothing but
wish that the party were over, and wondered
how it was Jane had not come to fetch her.

At length the clock struck ten, and Jane
knocked punctually at the door. Amy did
not keep her waiting an instant; indeed,
she could hardly stay to bid her little play-
fellows good-bye. The unfortunate neck-
lace was wrapped in paper, and Amy, slip-
ping it into her pocket, set off homeward,
with a heart even heavier than before.




CHAPTER II.

THE CHRISTMAS-TREE.

shi MY would gladly have slunk up-

CAN stairs to bed the moment she
reached home ; but grandmamma
Herbert was sitting up in the
easy-chair by the fire, and she
was Pitized to go into the parlour and bid
her good-night.

“Well, child, and how have you enjoyed
yourself?” said the old lady, as she began
to take off Amy’s wrappers, and rub her
little cold hands to warm them ; “TI hardly
expected you back so soon.”



“Tt is past ten o'clock, grandmamma,”
said Amy quickly.
28 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

“ Ah, so it is, my dear ; but when young
folks are at play, they don’t often listen for
the clock,” said Mrs. Herbert. “ But how
tired you do look! Come, off to bed with
you, and you can tell me all about it to-
morrow.”

“Oh, what will become of me?” said
Amy, when at last she was left alone in her
room. ‘I would give all the world if I
had never meddled with that odious neck-
lace! How can I mend it without grand-
mamma knowing ?”

“Tt would be better to confess the whole
truth at once,” whispered the little voice.

“But grandmamma would never forgive
me,” thought Amy. “There is nothing she
hates so much as story-telling.”

The only plan Amy could think of was to
get up very early the next morning, and
thread the beads before any one else was
awake. Full of this idea, she laid her head
upon the pillow; but to go to sleep was
quite impossible, and she tossed to and fro,
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 29

waiting and wishing for the morning to
come.

If, every now and then, she fell into a
little doze, she was sure to awake in a
fright, dreaming that her grandmamma had
found the necklace, or else that she herself
was trying to mend it, and the beads would
not hold together, but as fast as she threaded
them, they dropped upon the floor.

As soon as it was light, Amy sprang out
of bed, and dressing herself in a great hurry,
sat down to her task. ‘The house was per-
fectly quiet, and it was not nearly time for
grandmamma Herbert to get up. Amy
thought nothing would be so easy as to
thread the beads, and put the necklace back
into its box; and then how happy should
she be! But, alas! in the very beginning
she was stopped by an insurmountable dif-
ficulty. She had no needle fine enough to
go through the delicate little pearls !

“Dear me, how provoking!” said she,
as she broke a bead in trying to force it on.
20 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

“JT wish I could get to grandmamma’s
work-box. I know she has plenty of
needles there, of all sorts and sizes.”

But then her grandmamma’s work-box
stood in the parlour; and besides that, it
was locked up. This was a new dilemma.

“JT know where the keys are,” thought
Amy. “Grandmamma always takes them
up-stairs, and I daresay they lie upon her
dressing-table. Suppose I were to fetch
them! I could steal in on tip-toe. She is
fast asleep, and would never hear me.”

But it was a terrible risk to run; and so
Amy felt, as she stood for a few minutes,
screwing up her courage, and wondering
whether she should ever dare to go.

“T cannot get on without a needle, that
is quite certain,” said she, stealing towards
the door. “‘ Whatever happens, I must get
the keys and open grandmamma’s work-box.”

Accordingly, she crept noiselessly along
the passage, and gently opened her grand-
mamma’s door.
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 31

The room was perfectly silent, the curtains
were closely drawn, and Mrs. Herbert lay
sleeping as soundly as Amy herself could
desire. The keys lay upon the dressing-
table, and Amy, snatching them up, hurried
away as though an enemy had been at her
heels.

The work-box was opened, and the needle
taken out, without displacing anything. But
just as she was going to relock it, the sound
of footsteps made her start; and, pulling
hastily at the key, she upset the box, and
all its contents—cotton, scissors, and thim-
bles—were scattered on the floor! Amy
was now terribly frightened, and set to work
picking up the things as fast as she could,
and trying to fit them into their places.
But most haste, worst speed. In the hurry
of the moment she put them in all wrong,
and do what she would the work-box could
not be made to shut !

“Dear me, how provoking! Jane will
be here directly!” thought she, as she


32 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

pressed down the lid with all her might.
A crash ensued, and, to her unspeakable



A CATASTROPHE.

terror, she found she had broken her grand-
mamma’s ivory thimble! At the very
same instant, Jane began to open the din-
ing-room shutters ; and Amy, more alarmed
than ever, turned the key, and flew up-stairs
without daring to look behind her.

Mrs. Herbert’s room was silent as before;
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 33

and putting the keys in their place, Amy
ran back, all eagerness to use the needle.
But her hand shook so much, it was some
time before she could thread it ; and what
with listening, and running to the door, and
hiding the necklace, and bringing it out
again, her work got on very slowly. She
had finished threading one row, and was
just beginning another, when the ringing of
the breakfast-bell warned her she must put
it away.

« After all, I shall not have done it!”
cried she in a tone of vexation. ‘“ And
there is grandmamma going down-stairs !
Oh, this hateful necklace! How am I to
get it mended ?”

It was altogether very tiresome and per-
plexing ; but Amy dared not stay to think
about it. She was afraid of being late, lest
her grandmamma should ask her what she
had been doing; so she put the necklace
back into its drawer, and hurried down to

breakfast.
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384 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE.

Mrs. Herbert was standing before the
fire, reading a letter, when her little grand-
child came in. Amy did not run up to her
as usual, to kiss her and bid her good-morn-
ing, but took her place at table without
speaking a word, and as if she did not wish
to be noticed.

“Well, Amy,” said Mrs. Herbert, turning
round when she had finished her letter, ‘ you
are just the person I wanted. But how pale
you look!” added she, in a tone of concern ;
“and your hand trembles almost as much as
mine! What is the matter?” and the old
lady looked anxiously over her spectacles.

“ Oh, nothing, grandmamma !” stammered
Amy, who became every minute more and
more confused.

“Ah, I see how itis! These late hours
do not suit young people at all,” said Mrs.
Herbert, sitting down to breakfast. ‘“ But
are you too tired to hear a piece of good
news? If you are, I must keep it till to-
morrow.”
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 35

Oh no, grandmamma! Please do tell it
me!” cried Amy eagerly.

“Well, then, I have had a long letter this
morning; and can you guess who it is from ?”

“O grandmamma, you know what a bad
guesser I am. I can never find it out by
myself. Please tell me; who did it come
from?” and Amy got up, and came round
to her grandmamma’s chair.

“Tt comes from your Uncle Richard, and
has in it something about you that I daresay
you will like to hear.” And Mrs. Herbert
read aloud: “I am pleased to receive such
a good account of Amy, and hope by this
time she has left off telling stories, and be-
come a very truthful little girl.”

At these words Amy hung down her
head, and blushed deeply. Her grand-
mamma thought it was from shame at being
reminded of her fault, and said kindly,—

_ “Never mind, Amy; we shall soon for-
get old grievances, and I am sure you will
not deceive me any more. But come, hold
36 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE.

up your head! I have not half done yet.
Uncle Richard says: ‘I am going to have
all my little nephews and nieces to spend
the Christmas holidays with me; and I
hope you will allow Isabella and Amy to
come too, and help us make the Christmas-
tree.’”

Amy’s face brightened with joy. “O
egrandmamma, I should like it so much!”
interrupted she ;—‘ but do you really mean
us to go?”

“JT do indeed,” replied Mrs. Herbert.
“You have been a good child, Amy, and so
has Isabella; and I think we cannot do
better than take Uncle Richard at his word.”

“Oh, how delightful!” cried Amy. “I
have never been to London in my life!
Dear, good grandmamma, I am quite wild
at the thought!” And she skipped and
jumped round the table until the cups and
saucers actually chattered with fear.

“Well, come and have your breakfast,
child, at all events,” said Mrs. Herbert,
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE, 37

laughing. “I must send for Isabella home
at once, and we must set the dressmaker to
work to make you some new frocks. There
is not a moment to lose.”



GOOD NEWS.

“Send for Isabella home!” faltered Amy,
turning very pale.

“Yes, my dear; she can come by the
coach to-morrow. It wants but a week or
38 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

so to the holidays, and a few days more or
less cannot signify.”

At these words Amy’s delight received a
sudden check. Her Uncle Richard, the
journey to London, the Christmas - tree,
were all forgotten ; and she looked so pale
and anxious, that her grandmamma again
thought something must be the matter.

Everything now depended on her getting
the necklace mended in time. She remem-
bered there were many minutes in the day
when she might steal up-stairs, and finish
threading the beads. To be sure there was
no fire, and her fingers had ached sadly with
the cold. “ But then I must do it,” said
she to herself. ‘Isabella is coming home
to-morrow ; and what will she say if she
finds her beautiful necklace is gone?”

Just as Amy was leaving the room, a ring
at the bell and a rubbing of shoes announced
a visitor, and her friend Laura Douglas met
her in the doorway. There was no one in
the world Amy less wished to see at this
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 389

identical moment. “ Laura is sure to tell
all about it,” thought she, ‘and to ask what
I did when I got home; and then what am
I to say?”

“T called to see how you are this morn-
ing, Amy,” said Laura, “and to say how
sorry we were about that unfortunate
neck—”

“Oh, I am quite well, thank you,” inter-
rupted Amy, whose fears of discovery were
stronger than ever. “What a delightful
party we had last night, to be sure! I
never enjoyed anything so much!”

“Indeed! You looked miserable enough,
however,” said Laura, laughing ; “that ter-
rible affair of the neck—”

“O Laura, I wanted to show you my
last new book!” cried Amy, running to the
shelves.

“Terrible affair of the what, Miss Laura?”
said grandmamma, looking over her spec-
tacles, with an expression of great curiosity.

“O grandmamma, only look at your ball
40 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

929

of worsted, and where it has rolled to!” in-
terrupted Amy. “See! itis under the table,
and the kitten is playing with it!

“Dear me! so it has!” exclaimed Mrs.
Herbert ; “and how she has ravelled it!
You see, Miss Laura, accidents will happen
to the most careful people.”

“But Amy could not help it; could she,
Mrs. Herbert ?”

“Oh dear, no! I should never think of
blaming Amy,” said her grandmamma, laugh-
ing. “But now, will any one give me my
work-box ?”

Amy moved so slowly, that Laura, who
was quick as thought, anticipated her. Mrs.
Herbert took the box, and putting the key
in the lock, turned it with some difficulty.
The lid, which was forcibly held down, flew
open with a jerk, and exposed to view a
terrible scene of ruin and disorder.

“Oh, my ivory thimble!” cried she.
“Who has done it? Amy, have you been
meddling with my work-box ?”
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. 41

Amy’s complexion varied so much from
vhite to red, that a sharp-sighted person
mist have detected her at once. But the
old lady’s eyes were getting dim, and the
confusion into which her little grandchild
was thrown escaped her notice.

“ Have you been meddling with my work-
box, Amy ?” she repeated, half angrily.

Poor Amy was compelled to save herself
by another falsehood.

“No, grandmamma,” she replied, as firmly
as she could.

“Because, if ever I knew you to do such
a thing, I should punish you very severely,”
continued Mrs. Herbert, as she examined
still further into the mischief. ‘Dear me!
if the reels of cotton are not all in their
wrong places; and the stiletto is gone!—my
silver stiletto! What a thousand pities!”
And she went on bemoaning her misfortune.

Laura Douglas, who was a good-natured
girl, did her best to put the work-box in
order. But it was high time to go to
42 THE CHRISTMAS-TREE,

school, and she was obliged to run away
before she had nearly finished setting it to
tights. It was a great relief to Amy when
she was fairly gone, though her situation
was not a very pleasant one. Mrs. Her-
bert took the box upon her lap, and began
to hunt in every part of it for her silver
stiletto, wondering all the time who could
possibly have taken it. She then rang the
bell for Jane, and questioned her closely on
the subject; but Jane declared she knew
nothing about it ; and the whole affair was,
as Mrs. Herbert said, ‘a perfect mystery.”




CHAPTER III.

THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

ii. MY usually said her lessons to her
ie, grandmamma the first thing after
breakfast, and then did her task
of plain sewing; after which she
; was allowed to amuse herself till
dinner. She knew this would be a golden
opportunity to go on with her necklace, and
felt all eagerness to get through her morn-
-ing’s work as quickly as she could. But
Mrs. Herbert, whose mind was wholly
occupied with the loss of her stiletto, seemed
in no haste at all. In answer to Amy’s
repeated question of “When am I to say
my lessons, grandmamma?” she replied,


44 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

“Stay a minute, child. What a hurry you
are in! Just look again under those cur-
tains, will you? Or perhaps it may have
fallen into that crack in the floor. Dear
me! I would not have had such a thing
happen on any account !”

Amy did as her grandmamma bid her ;
and when the old lady was quite satisfied
that no stiletto was there, she ventured to
say again, “And now, grandmamma, will
you hear me my lessons?”

“Not just this minute, child) I must
rest a little first,” said Mrs. Herbert, set-
tling herself in her easy-chair. “How I
wish I could find out who has been med-
dling with my work-box !”

Amy sat down on a stool by the fire, and
bent her head over her spelling. But
though her eyes were fixed upon the book,
she was all the while thinking what would
become of her if the necklace were not
mended before Isabella came home.

“And now, Amy, I am ready to hear
THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 45

you, and the sooner the better,” said Mrs.
Herbert, when she had rested long enough ;
“but first of all, I want you to fetch me
your sister Isabella’s necklace. You know
where to find it.”

“The necklace, grandmamma?” stam-
mered Amy.

“Yes, your sister Isabella’s pearl-neck-
lace, that I gave her on her birth-day. I
want it for a particular reason. However,
as you seem so very eager, you may say
your lessons first,” replied Mrs. Herbert,
taking the book from Amy’s hand.

Alas, poor Amy! At the fatal word
“necklace,” grammar, geography, and spell-
ing, had all skipped out of her head. She
confounded nouns with verbs, continents
with islands, and put letters in or left them
out at random.

Mrs. Herbert had no idea of the secret
that was causing Amy so much trouble, and
felt extremely angry.

“T suppose it is going out last night that
46 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

has made you so troublesome,” said she,
giving her back the lessons to learn over
again. “If you do not take care, you will
be in disgrace when Isabella comes home.”
The thought of Isabella’s coming urged
Amy to unusual exertion. She gave her
whole mind to her lessons, and in a few
minutes they were learned, and said without
missing a word. She then sat down to her
task of sewing, and worked away so fast, that
it was finished almost before Mrs. Herbert
could believe it possible. The old lady put
on her spectacles, to see that there were no
long stitches, but none were to be found ; —
and she kissed Amy affectionately, and told
her she might now amuse herself till dinner.
Amy was greatly relieved that her grand-
mamma had forgotten the necklace, and
flew up-stairs all eagerness to get it done.
There it lay, in the corner of the drawer,
just as she had left it, with the little heap
of beads close by. She threaded the needle,
and set to work as quickly as she could,
THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 47

For some time there was nothing to inter-
rupt, and her heart grew quite light and
cheerful as she began to thread the very
last row. But, alas! she now became
aware of the whole extent of the damage.
Full half the row was missing! and Amy
sat and looked at the necklace with a face
of blank dismay. This was the crowning
catastrophe, and how to remedy it seemed
beyond her power.

“Tt is of no use going back to Mrs.
Douglas’s, for the beads are sure to be lost,”
thought she. ‘Suppose I were to try and
get some more. I know the way to the
jeweller’s shop. I could easily match them ;
only grandmamma does not often send me

out by myself.”

As Amy was busy thinking what she
had better do, she heard her grandmamma
call her from the foot of the stairs. She

jumped up, put the necklace hastily away,
and ran down to see what the old lady
wanted.
48 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

“Amy, child, I have been calling you
two or three times,” said Mrs. Herbert
impatiently. “ Why did you not bring me
the necklace ? ”

“The necklace, grandmamma?” repeated
Amy, trembling with fear.

“Yes, child ;—you look as if you had
just dropped from the clouds, and did not
know what you were talking about. I
want it for a particular reason; and if
you knew what that reason was, perhaps
you would move a little quicker.”

“J will go and fetch it, grandmamma,”
said Amy, speaking as if she were in a
dream.

“Run along then, child,” said Mrs. Her-
bert ; “but see!” added she, “ here comes
the dressmaker to try your frock on. I
sent for her the first thing after breakfast.
Dear me, what a great deal there is to
be done when young folks are going a
journey !”

The arrival of the dressmaker at this
THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 49

precise moment was a reprieve that Amy
had not dared to hope for. Her new frock
took a long time to make fit; and grand-
mamma Herbert, with her spectacles on,
walked round and round, suggesting this
improvement, and that alteration, how a bit
was to be taken in here, and a bit let out
there, and her mind seemed so fully occu-
pied that Amy hoped the necklace would
be again forgotten ;—and so it was.

As soon as the dressmaker was gone, Mrs.
Herbert took a letter out of her desk. “I
don’t often send you of an errand by your-
self, Amy,” said she, “but I want you to
post this letter. Jane is busy mending and
getting your clothes ready, and I am tired
to death with looking for that stiletto.
What a thing it is, to be sure!” cried the
old lady. “I have had all the chairs
moved, and have looked in every hole and
corner ; but it seems as if it had sunk into
the earth. I am determined to find out

who took it. I feel sure it must have
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been Jane, for there was no one else
to do it.”

Amy felt so shocked at the idea of an
innocent person being suspected, that she
was on the point of confessing the whole
matter. But then her visit to London, and
the Christmas-tree! No, no! she had
gone too far, and whatever happened there
was no going back. Besides, her grand-
mamma was about to send her of an errand,
and here was a glorious opportunity of
matching the beads. So she took the
letter, and putting on her bonnet, set off
to the post-office, with the necklace in her
hand.

She darted along the streets like an
arrow from a bow, and soon reached the
jeweller’s shop, where the name of “ Gild-
man and Sons” was painted up in large
letters. Before going in, she cautiously
peeped through the window, and, to her
great annoyance, who should be there buy-
ing trinkets but her friend Laura Douglas!
THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 51

Amy had a guilty conscience, and was
very much afraid of being seen. A van of
goods was standing at the door, and she































































THE SHOP-WINDOW.

stepped behind it to hide. herself, and to

keep watch for Laura’s coming out. There
were several people in the shop, and they
52 THE JEWELLERS SHOP.

did their errands and came away again, but
Taura’s errands seemed to have no end, and
Amy thought she would never have done.
The clock in the market-place chimed more
than once, and still Laura was in the shop.
Amy was sadly perplexed. She dare not
stay much longer, or her grandmamma
would wonder what had become of her;
and there was nothing for it, but to take
the necklace home again without matching
the beads. It was very provoking, and the
tears came into Amy’s eyes, as, still intently
watching Laura, she stole from behind the
van. Mr. Gildman’s assistant was just
taking down a bale of goods, and Amy,
whose whole attention was fixed upon
Laura, stepped in his way. She was very
nearly knocked down; but, alas! a worse
misfortune happened to her. The paper
containing the necklace was jerked from
her hand, and in one moment Mr. Gildman’s
assistant had thrown the box of goods upon
it, and crushed it to atoms!
THE JEWELLER’S SHOP. 53

At the very same instant Laura Douglas
came running out of the shop.

“Well, Amy,” said she, “who would
have thought of seeing you here? And
how frightened you look! What is the
matter ?”

“ Nothing,—only that disagreeable man
has knocked against me, and nearly pushed
me down,” replied Amy, trying to collect
her ideas.

“ And made you drop something, has he
not?” asked Laura.

“Me drop anything!” cried Amy, very
much excited, and the colour rushing to her
cheeks. ‘What can have put that into
your head ?”

“Well, you need not be so cross,” said
Laura. “TI thought you seemed to be look-
ing for something on the pavement. But I
cannot stay, so good-bye ;” and she scam-
pered away as fast as she could.

Amy thought at first she would tell the
young man of the mischief he had done, and
54 THE JEWELLER’S SHOP.

ask him to lift up the box. But, alas! it
could do no good. The necklace was spoilt,
there was little doubt of that,—crushed so
entirely Amy would hardly know it again.
Besides, he had been called to attend to
the shop, and there was no knowing how
long he would be before he came back. It
was quite useless to wait for his return, and
she was obliged, very reluctantly, to leave
the unfortunate necklace to its fate.




CHAPTER IV.

THE EMPTY BOX.

Se GMY walked home full of sad and
‘ bitter reflections. Into how many
troubles and disasters had her one
=e act of deceit led her! Her sister

y — Isabella’s necklace spoilt, herself
in constant fear of detection, and her peace
of mind gone !

The little voice again whispered to her to



confess.

“But grandmamma would be so very
anery with me if she knew her beautiful
present was broken! Oh, how I wish I had
told her the truth at first! How much
happier I should have been! When I get
56 THE EMPTY BOX.

home she will be sure to send me for the
necklace, and I shall be obliged to tell her
it 1s gone.”

It was a clear, bright frosty morning, and
the streets were full of peopie running
about on their different concerns. Here
and there Amy met with a group of children
going out for a walk, chattering and laugh-
ing as if there were at all events nothing
but sunshine for them. There seemed, too,
a world of happiness in the faces of the
merry little people that filled the shops,
intent on buying presents for their Christ-
mas-tree; and as they rushed out, loaded
with tempting parcels of all shapes and
sizes, Amy could not help looking at them
with envy. She thought herself more un-
happy just then than any one else in the
world ; and the only thing that could restore
her peace of mind was what she had not
the courage to do. Christmas-day in Lon-
don !--how could she give it up? And
Uncle Richard’s Christmas-tree dazzling
THE EMPTY BOX. 57

with lights and presents, and the dancing
and the fun, and the playing all day long
with puzzles and bagatelle, and everything
that was delightful !

“Oh no, no!” thought Amy, as she
reached her grandmamma’s door; “ the
necklace is gone for ever, and if I were to
tell, it would not bring it back again.
After all, I need not make myself so very
unhappy. It cannot be helped now; and
if I do not say a word, nobody will ever
find it out.”

Ah, Amy! and do you think the little
voice you have heard speak to you so often
will ever let you alone? Will it not
whisper to you of your fault when you le
down and rise up, when you are at your
lessons and your play? Will it not make
itself heard above all the bustle of your
journey, above all the merriment of your
Christmas-tree? Will it ever cease to
threaten you with a time when your false-
hood may come to light, and the broken
58 THE EMPTY BOX.

necklace appear again, to involve you in
confusion and disgrace ?

When Amy reached home, she met her
gerandmamma in the hall.

“Tt seems as if we were always to forget
the necklace, Amy,” said she. “ Be sure
and bring it down with you when you have
taken off your things.”

Amy’s heart sank within her. The mo-
ment was come at last when the fact of the
necklace being gone must be known, and
no power of hers could prevent it. As she
took off her bonnet and tippet, she tried
to think how she should ever have the
courage to give the empty box to her
grandmamma, and tell her that her beauti-
ful present was gone. Gone! and where ?
That would be the worst question of all.

“But no one saw me fetch it out of the
best bed-room,” said Amy to herself; “and
grandmamma will not think of my going
there after she has forbidden us. I will
say nothing about it; at all events, just now,
THE EMPTY BOX. 59

till we have been to London. If it were
not for that, I would tell the truth at once ;
but I could not bear to be left at home
after I have been reckoning so much
upon it.”

Having settled this point, Amy took the
empty box in her hand, and went slowly
down-stairs, her heart beating very fast,
and her colour going and coming every
minute. Grandmamma sat knitting as
usual by the fire, and Jane stood waiting
with her bonnet on, as if she were going
out of an errand.

«Ah, here it is,” said Mrs. Herbert,
looking up. “Now, Amy, guess what I
am going to do with it?”

“TJ don’t know, grandmamma,” stammered
Amy, holding the box tight in her hand,
and with a frightened air, as if she expected
to be punished.

“Tam going to send Jane to Mr. Gild-
man’s to get one for you exactly like it,”
replied Mrs. Herbert. ‘I have had it in
60 THE EMPTY BOX.

my mind this month past, because you have
been a good child, Amy, and good children
deserve to have presents. Besides,” con-
tinued the old lady, ‘now you are both
going to London, I should not like one to
be smarter than the other.—But what is
the matter with you, child? and why do
you stand staring at me as if you did not
understand what I said?”

Grandmamma Herbert had _ expected
Amy would come running to throw her
arms round her neck, and that she should
be nearly smothered with kisses. But no
such thing. Amy stood still as a statue,
and did not move an inch, but kept her
eyes fixed on her grandmamma without
speaking a word. At last, when Mrs. Her-
bert seemed out of patience, Amy stam-
mered out, still holding the box quite tight,
“Tt is gone, grandmamma! Isabella’s neck-
lace is gone!”

“Gone!” exclaimed Mrs. Herbert, get-
ting up to look ; “ what do you mean, child ?
THE EMPTY BOX. 61

Give me the box. Gone! it is quite im-
possible !”
“Tt is true, grandmamma,” cried Amy,



THE EMPTY BOX.

bursting into tears ; “the box is empty, and
there is no necklace anywhere !”

“No necklace anywhere!” cried Mrs.
Herbert in alarm, “perhaps Isabella has
put it somewhere else. I will go up-stairs
and look for it myself;” and she put on
her spectacles in a great hurry.
62 THE EMPTY BOX.

“Tt is of no use your going, grand-
mamma,” sobbed Amy, “for it is not there ;
T am sure it is not.”

“Well, well, child, give over crying,”
said the old lady kindly; “I daresay Isa-
bella has taken it with her. It was very
naughty, for I told her to leave it behind
for fear it should get broken. I suppose
the box was in its proper place ?”

“Yes, grandmamma,” said Amy, burst-
ing into a fresh flood of tears.

“My dear child, why need you distress
yourself in this way?” said Mrs. Herbert,
tenderly caressing Amy, and wiping away
her tears; “the necklace is sure to come
back again to-morrow—at least, I hope so ;
T would not have it lost for the world. I
shall be very angry with Isabella if any
mischief has happened to it.—Well, Jane,
you must take off your bonnet. I am
determined to have the necklaces alike ;
and Mr. Gildman might have a dozen, and
not one that would do. Surely it cannot be
THE EMPTY BOX. 63

really gone.” And Mrs. Herbert looked
very grave, and examined the box carefully,
as if she expected to find in it some clue to
the matter.

As soon as Jane was gone, Amy, who
dreaded to be questioned, crept up-stairs to
her own room. Here she sat shivering
with cold and fear, and bitterly repenting
her wicked and deceitful act.

“What a silly girl I have been!” thought
she. “If I had only waited I should have
had a necklace of my own,—a real beautiful
necklace, as good as Isabella’s! Oh, why
did I not put it back !”

While Amy was indulging these sad
reflections, the dinner-bell rang, and she had
again to meet her grandmamma, and run
the risk of hearing the unfortunate necklace
talked about. But Mrs. Herbert did not
allude to the subject. She was entirely
occupied with thinking of the journey to
London, and with the fear that Amy was
going to be ill. All the time they were
64 THE EMPTY BOX.

having dinner, she kept looking very
anxiously at her; and when the cloth was
taken away, she gave her a glass of wine,
and made her sit down on a stool close by
the fire. “You do not look at all as I
should like you, child,” said she. “I hope
those roses of yours will come back by-
and-by, or I do not know what Uncle
Richard will say.”

“There is nothing the matter with me,
erandmamma,” said Amy, “only—,” and
her secret seemed to rise to her lips and
almost to come forth.

“ Only you are a little disappointed about
the necklace, I suppose,” said the kind-
hearted old lady; “and frightened, too, at
finding that some fairy has run away with
it. Ah! naughty Isabella, she does not
deserve to go to London! However, I
must not be angry with her. Christmas
comes but once a-year, and we cannot set
eld heads on young shoulders. But what
should you say, Amy,” continued Mrs.
THE EMPTY BOX, 65

Herbert, trying to divert her, “what should
you say if I were to go to London with you
myself? Only think how funny it would
be for an old lady of seventy going to help
make a Christmas-tree! Well, I daresay |
should enjoy it as much as the rest of you,
though I cannot play at blindman’s-buff,
and turn the trencher.”

Amy could not he'p laughing at the idea
of her grandmamma, playing at blindman’s-
buff and turn the trencher, and Mrs. Her-
bert laughed too, and began to tell stories
of what happened to her when she was a
little girl, and how they used to spend
Christmas in the olden time.

Amy was always delighted to hear about
the great old hall where her grandmamma
was born, and the wide, old-fashioned chim-
ney, and the fire upon the hearth. Then
she wanted to be told about the long table,
where, at dinner-time, the master and mis-
tress used to sit at the top, and the servants

to take their places at the other end; and
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66 THE EMPTY BOX.

what grand doings there used to be at
Christmas, when the misletoe bough was
hung up in the middle of the ceiling, and
the boar’s head was carried in on a great
dish, with a great deal of ceremony. grandmamma went on talking, Amy’s
spirits began to revive. Her eyes sparkled,
and the roses came back to her cheeks.
For a little while Isabella’s necklace was
forgotten, and it seemed as if it must be
safe in its box up-stairs, and that no mis-
chief had ever befallen it.

But by-and-by grandmamma grew tired,
and gave signs of wanting to have a nap.
First, she spoke seldom, and her words had
great gaps between them; then her head
began to nod, till her spectacles nearly
dropped into her lap; and, at last, she
leaned back in her chair, and went fairly off
to sleep.

Amy sat on the little stool by the fire,
her eyes fixed on the bright cinders in the
grate. But her thoughts were busy pictur-
THE EMPTY BOX. 67

ing to herself the journey to London, the
bustle of starting, the delight of finding her-
self in the train, the whirling along of the
carriages, how the trees and hedges would
seem to be flying past, while in reality they
stood still and it was only she who moved.
Then she thought of Uncle Richard’s grand
house that she had never yet seen, and how
he would come out to meet her; and the
happy faces of her cousins, and how they
would crowd round her, and how much
there would be to tell,—how much to play
at.

“T do so wish the day were come!” said
Amy to herself, ‘and that we were really
setting off.”

Just at this moment she heard a little
bustle in the hall, and who should come in
but her friend Laura Douglas !

Amy’s fears were roused in an instant,
for her grandmamma opened her eyes, and
seeing who it was, began to ask Laura how
she did.
68 ¢ THE EMPTY BOX.

“JT am very well, thank you, ma’am,”
replied Laura. “I called to tell you,”
added she, turning to Amy, “that we had
found some of your—”

“QO Laura!” interrupted Amy in a great
hurry, “what do you think? just guess if
you can! I forgot to tell you this morning.
We are going to London ?”

“Going to London! dear me, what a
treat! Amy, you are a happy gil!” re-
turned Laura, making believe to be jealous,
“what with the beautiful present of the—”

“We are going to Uncle Richard’s, and
there is to be a Christmas-tree, and I don’t
know what besides,” continued Amy, her
voice trembling with eagerness and terror ;
“and all my cousins will be there, and
Isabella is coming home to-morrow on pur-
pose to get ready.” And Amy went rattling
on, telling Laura about her new frock,
about the packing up, about everything she
could think of, to divert her grandmamma’s
attention.
THE EMPTY BOX. 69

Happily for Amy, Mrs. Herbert had not
finished her nap, and was very tired and
sleepy, so while her little grandchild was
talking, she again began to nod, and actually
dropped fast asleep. This was a great relief





AN UNWELCOME VISITOR.

to Amy, and she hoped, by speaking in a
whisper, that the rest of the conversation
would be unheard.

Laura now took a small paper parcel from
her pocket. “TI called to bring you this,
Amy,” said she ; “it has in it the beads be-
70 THE EMPTY BOX.

longing to your necklace ; we picked them
up this morning, and mamma wrapped them
in paper.”

‘What is that about the paper?” said
Mrs. Herbert, rousing herself on a sudden ;
“did you say your mamma had sent me the
paper ?”

“Oh no, grandmamma !” said Amy, with-
out giving Laura time to speak; “we did
not mean to disturb you. We were talking
in a whisper that you might not hear.”

Mrs. Herbert was only half awake, so
she did not repeat the question, but very
soon dozed off again.

“What did you do about the necklace
when you got home, Amy?” continued
Laura ; “did you tell your grandmamma at
once ¢”

“Tell her grandmamma what?” asked
Mrs. Herbert, catching up the words,—
“tell her grandmamma what ?”

“Oh, nothing, grandmamma! it is only
about that unfortunate necklace,” said Amy,
THE EMPTY BOX. : 71

driven to despair, and in a tone of extreme
distress.

“ Of course she did,” said Mrs. Herbert,
without opening her eyes; “but it will all
come right to-morrow. She need not make
herself unhappy about the necklace.”

“What a kind, good grandmamma yours
is!” cried Laura; “now if I had—”

Amy laid her finger on her lip; “I
am sure we are disturbing her,” whis-
pered she; “grandmamma always goes to
sleep after dinner, and does not wake up
till tea.”

“ Well, I am going, so I shall not disturb
anybody,” said Laura, laughing. “ Good-
bye, Amy, and if I should find any more
of your—”

“ Hush! hush!” said Amy, in great
alarm ; “pray, do not talk so loud; good-
bye, and thank you for the beads,” added
she, in a tone so low it could scarcely be
heard.

When Laura was gone, Amy’s perils for
72 " ‘THE EMPTY BOX,

that day were over. Grandmamma slept
quietly till tea, and after tea Amy read
aloud, while Mrs. Herbert knitted, and
they spent a very pleasant evening., To
be sure, there were moments when the
thought of the necklace caused a pang to
Amy’s heart, and it did not seem quite
clear what would happen when Isabella
came home without it. There was, besides,
Laura Douglas with the whole story on
her lips, ready to tell it whenever she
could gain a hearmg. At such times Amy
felt her situation to be very dangerous, and
her journey to London appeared to hang
upon a thread.

But it was not till bed-time came, and
Jane had undressed her, and drawn the
curtains close, and she was left alone, that
these thoughts became almost intolerable.
Then the little voice talked to her afresh, and
try as she might, she was not able to silence
it. Still and small it was, and seemed to
make no noise, but Amy heard it in her
THE EMPTY BOX. 73

very heart of hearts, and again she could
not sleep, and tossed to and fro till morning,
struggling with her better feelings, yet
without the moral courage to let them have
their way.
















CHAPTER V.

THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE.

oe
YG pIHE next morning was cold and

Le winterly. The snow was coming
ze x down in great flakes, and had been
e i? doing so for a long time before
Amy got up. Icicles were hanging from
the windows, and the frost had made all
manner of odd-looking pictures on the glass.
The garden in front of the house was hidden
by the snow, and the trees looked as if they
were covered with feathers. People in the
street were hurrying about in furs, and
cloaks, and woollen comforters, and nobody
seemed to enjoy the snow except the little
boys, who found plenty of fun in making

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THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE, 75

slides and pelting each other with snow-
balls.

Within doors it was a bustling morning.
The children were to start on Tuesday, and
there was scarcely a week, as grandmamma
said, in which to do the work of three.
Mrs. Herbert was busy plaiting up the
children’s new caps, Jane was busy getting
their clothes in order ready to pack up,
cook was busy making plum-puddings and
mince-pies to take with them, and Amy
was busy threading her grandmamma’s
needle, and running to wait upon every-
body. Altogether the morning passed very
quickly, and dinner-time came before they
were aware.

“And now,” said grandmamma, after
dinner, as she seated herself in the easy-
chair,—‘“‘and now, I suppose, we shall
have Isabella home in about an hour. I
hope the child will not take cold ;” and she
stirred the fire to make it burn brighter.

Isabella coming home in an hour! The
76 THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE,

words sunk into Amy’s heart like a stone.
She loved her sister very dearly, and at any
other time would have been rejoiced to see
her home again. The house was always
dull without Isabella, for there was no one
to play with or talk to while her grand-
mamma was asleep. But the necklace! the
fatal necklace !—there seemed no end to the
mischief it would cause. Amy alone knew
what had become of it ; every one else was
in ignorance; and how they would search
from the top of the house to the bottom,-—
and what running up and down stairs there
would be,—what ransacking in drawers,—
how grandmamma would fuss and Isabella
would cry,—and how it would end it was
quite impossible to say!

But time passed, and the little clock on
the mantelpiece had just struck five when
the omnibus came rattling down the street,
and stopped at Mrs. Herbert’s door. It
was Isabella come home, and the old lady
jumped up and went into the hall to meet
THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 77

her. First a great box was brought out,
then a bag, and then what looked to be a
bundle of shawls and tippets, but which in
reality was Isabella, in the highest possible
spirits, and quite ready to start off to Lon-
don that very minute.

“O grandmamma, so we are really going!”
cried she, dancing about the room,— going
to Uncle Richard’s! of all places in the
world, there is not one I like so much !”

“ But you have not kissed me, Isabella,”
said Mrs. Herbert affectionately; “and
you must have your bonnet taken off, and
your hands warmed,—what little cold things
they are, to be sure!” added she, as she
drew off the little girl’s gloves. “Here,
Jane, take away the shawls and tippets,
and let us have some tea.”

“O grandmamma, I am so happy!” cried
Isabella, kissing Mrs. Herbert again and
again ; “and I was in such a hurry to come
away this morning to hear all about it, and
how we are to go, and everything.—But,
78 THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE.

Amy, you don’t look a bit glad; what is
the matter ?”

“Amy has not been very well since she
went to Laura Douglas’s party,” said Mrs.
Herbert; “I cannot think what is amiss
with her.”

“OQ Amy, it will never do to be poorly
now, just when we are going to Uncle
Richard’s,” said Isabella, with a look of
concern. ‘‘ You have no idea how delightful
it is! I never enjoyed myself so much in
my life as last Christmas, when I was there
for the holidays.”

“Do tell me what sort of a place it is,”
cried Amy eagerly. ‘Grandmamma has
never been, and I do so want to know.”

‘‘ By-the-by, Isabella,” said Mrs. Herbert,
in a very serious tone, “how could you
think of taking your necklace to school,
when I desired you to leave it behind ?”

“JT take my necklace! Oh no, grand-
mamma, I should never have thought of
doing anything so naughty,” replied Isabella
THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 79

firmly ; “TI left it in the drawer, as you told

2?

me.

“But Amy has been to look for it, and - °

says it is not there,” said Mrs. Herbert
quickly.

“Oh yes, I am sure it is, grandmamma,”
cried Isabella, jumping up, and running to
the door; “I will fetch it in a minute.”

Mrs. Herbert and Amy heard her go
up-stairs, open the spare-room door, and
pull at the drawer, as if she were in a great
hurry. Then there was a pause, and in a
few minutes Isabella came running down
again.

“OQ grandmamma, who has taken it?
What have you done with it? My beauti-
ful new necklace!” cried she in a tone of
distress.

“T have done nothing with it ; and it is
the strangest thing I ever heard of,” cried
Mrs. Herbert ;—“the necklace is gone,
actually gone, and nobody knows a word
about it!”
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“Oh but, grandmamma, I left it quite
safe in the drawer, indeed I did, in its box,
just as you gave it me. Somebody must
have taken it. It could not go of itself:—
Amy, have you been meddling with my
necklace?” and she turned quickly round
upon her sister.

It was getting very dark, and the candles
had not been lighted, or the deep crimson of
Amy’s cheeks would have been seen.

“T meddle with it!” faltered she; “ you
know, Isabella, it was in the spare-room,
and grandmamma never lets me go there.”

“Well, but did you meddle with my
necklace ?” repeated Isabella, fixing her eyes
sharply on her sister’s face.

Amy’s journey to London and the Christ-
mas-tree seemed to tremble in the balance.
She shook from head to foot, but replied
immediately, in a hurried yet decided voice,
“No, Isabella, I did not meddle with your
necklace.”

“Oh no! what has Amy to do with it?”
THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 81

interrupted Mrs. Herbert, with whom the
little girl was an especial favourite. ‘She
cried as if her heart would break at the very



DENIAL.

idea of its being gone. Ohno! Amy had
nothing to do with it.”

Isabella did not seem quite satisfied.
Still there was no reason to suppose that
Amy knew anything about it; and the only
thing to be done was to hunt for the neck-
lace from the top of the house to the

bottom.
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After tea was over the search began in ear- —
nest, and, as Amy had foreseen, drawers were
turned out, and cupboards emptied, and every
place, possible or impossible, thoroughly
looked into. It took a long time to do,
and the little girls were tired, and Grand-
mamma Herbert quite knocked up; but
still the necklace was not found. It was
hard work for Amy to be looking for what
she knew, all the time, was not there; and
the little voice kept whispering to her again
and again to confess.

“You do not know what you are about,
Amy,” it said, “or to what the falsehood of
the necklace may lead. Confess your fault
at once ; tell your grandmamma the whole
story, and bear patiently whatever punish-
ment she may inflict.”

But no, it was harder to do it now than
ever; and Amy found out what older per-
sons than herself have often experienced,—
that the further you go in any wrong path,
the more difficult it is toturn back. So she
THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 83

was silent. And the search went on, till
ecrandmamma gave it up in despair, and
proposed that they should go back again to
the parlour. But there was no pleasant
evening as Isabella had expected, for an
uncomfortable feeling seemed to have crept
into the happy little circle. Grandmamma
was fidgety, and began to talk about her
work-box, and her ivory thimble, and the
stiletto that was missing, and to wonder
what had become of it, and whether it was
gone to look after the necklace.

Poor Isabella’s spirits were depressed.
She was peevish and irritable, and did
nothing but bemoan her loss, and say what
a hard case it was to come back and _ find
that some one had run away with her neck-
lace ; that she had only worn it once, and no
one would ever give her another.

But Amy was the most miserable of all ;
and as she sat upon her little stool, with
her head resting on her hand, her heart felt
ready to break.
84 THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE.

That night, when the servants came in to
prayers, Mrs. Herbert did not read the
chapter that was next in order, but turned
to the Old Testament, and chose out one
she thought more suitable. It was the
story of Gehazi, and how he was struck
with leprosy for having told a lic.

The old lady looked very sorrowful as
she closed the book, and began to say ina
few words the trouble she was in for think-
ing that some one in her house must be
guilty of theft and lying.

“T cannot tell who it is,” said she, “that
has been so wicked as to take the necklace
and the stiletto; but she may be quite sure
that God sees her, and will not let her sin
go unpunished.”

While grandmamma was speaking, Ame
kept her eyes fixed upon the carpet; and
when prayers were over, she was glad to
make her escape to bed. She slept that
night, for she was too tired for even the
little voice to keep her awake. But she
THE SEARCH FOR THE NECKLACE. 85

heard it in her dreams, and sometimes
would wake up suddenly, and think that
when morning came she would go to her
grandmamma’s room, and tell her the secret
that was preying on her mind.

Morning did come, and Amy’s fears
revived. She could not give up the journey
to London, and the Christmas-tree. She
would, indeed, confess, but not just then.
She could not bring the necklace back by
telling, and she resolved, at all events, to
wait till her return.




CHAPTER VI.

THE PAPER OF BEADS.

\PHILE Mrs. Herbert was dressing,
the next morning, a tap was
heard at the door, and Jane
entered the room.

“Tf you please, ma’am, I have
found your stiletto,” said she, holding it out
to her mistress.

“My stiletto? dear me, how glad I am
to see it!” cried Mrs. Herbert. “My
silver stiletto, that I have been in such
distress about! But where did you find
et”

“T found it in the parlour, ma’am, as I



was sweeping. It had fallen down under
THE PAPER OF BEADS. 87

the window-seat, close by where your work-
box stood.”

Mrs. Herbert looked sharply at her little
maid, but there was no sign either of con-
fusion or embarrassment. Jane had told a
plain, straightforward tale, yet still Mrs.
Herbert felt puzzled.

“Tt is very odd that we never saw it
before,” said she, “when we looked for it
over and over again, and moved all the
chairs and tables.”

“JT don’t know anything about that,
ma’am,” said Jane, in a firm yet respectful
tone ; “TI only know I saw it this morning
under the window-seat, just as if it had
dropped out of your work-box.”

“Dropped out of my work-box !” repeated
Mrs. Herbert, as, when Jane had retired,
she finished putting on her cap at the glass.
“Of course the person who opened the
work-box took out the stiletto. What else
could she have meddled with it for? It is
very strange that Jane should not have
88 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

found it till this morning. I cannot under-
stand it at all. Perhaps she will find the
necklace next.”

When Mrs Herbert came down to break-
fast she was very grave and sad. She did not
pat her little grandchildren on the cheek, and
talk to them as usual; indeed, she hardly
spoke at all, and was so occupied with
thinking of something else, that she sugared
the tea twice over, and left the urn running
till the tea-tray was swimming with water.
Isabella and Amy both saw that something
was amiss; and Isabella began to talk
about going to London, and tried to get up
a little merriment. But it would not do.
Grandmamma answered Yes or No at ran-
dom; and Amy seemed too much occupied
with studying the figures on her cup and
saucer to hold any conversation at all.
After breakfast, as the sun was shining,
Mrs. Herbert sent the little girls out for a
walk ; and when they were gone, she sat a
long time by the fire with her knitting in
THE PAPER OF BEADS, 89

her hand, but without doing a stitch. She
was thinking over and over again the affair
of the stiletto and the necklace; and the
more she did so, the more she felt convinced
that the loss of one had to do with the loss
of the other. The only person she could
possibly suspect was Jane, for the cook had
lived with her more than twenty years, and
was as upright and honest as the day.
Jane had only been in the house six months,
and Mrs. Herbert had taken her into her
service from motives of charity. She was a
well-behaved, industrious girl, and, till the
affair of the stiletto, everything had gone
on smoothly. But now the feeling of not
being able to trust her was in Mrs. Herbert’s
mind, and every minute this feeling grew
stronger and stronger. There was, to be
sure, no clear proof of her guilt, but then,
neither the stiletto nor the necklace could
have gone away of their own accord, and
who else was there to take them ?

Just as Mrs. Herbert was discussing this
90 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

difficult point, there was a tap at the door,
and Jane herself entered the room. She
had a little screw of paper in her hand,
which she laid down before her mistress.

“T have just found this paper, ma’am,”
said she, “and it has in it some _ pearl-
beads like those on Miss Isabella’s neck-
lace.”

“Tsabella’s necklace!” cried Mrs. Her- |
bert, hastily unwrapping the paper; “and
where did this come from, I wonder ?”

“Tt dropped out of the pocket of Miss
Amy’s frock that I had taken down into
the kitchen to brush,” replied Jane quietly,
and without the least hesitation.

The old lady’s hand trembled so much,
that some of the beads were shaken out of
the paper and rolled upon the floor. “ Amy’s
frock!” repeated she quickly; “what do
you mean? what frock ?”

“Her brown merino, ma’am, that you
told me to be sure and brush before she
wore it again. I took it down this morning
THE PAPER OF BEADS. 91

the first thing, and the little parcel dropped
out of the pocket.”

Mrs. Herbert’s face turned very red, and
then all the colour went away, and it became
quite pale.



TUE PAPER OF BEADS.

“Are you sure that you are speaking
the truth, Jane?” said she earnestly. “I
can forgive anything rather than a false-
hood.”

“Tt is the truth, ma’am, and nothing but
92 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

the truth,” replied Jane, in a resolute tone ;
“this little paper—”

“Well, well, you need not say it over
again,” said the old lady impatiently.
« After all, the beads may not belong to the
necklace. They look very much like it
though, I am afraid,” added she, examining
them closely; ‘‘and there are so many of them
too—half a row, at least. Go, Jane; I will
question Miss Amy as soon as she comes in.”

“Tt cannot be Amy,” continued the old
lady when she was alone. “No, no; I will
never believe that it was Amy, my pet
child, my darling, who has never done any-
thing to vex me in her life, except— ;” and
here Mrs. Herbert remembered the one or
two acts of deceit and story-telling that
Amy had been known to commit. “ But
that was a year ago,” said she, still talking
to herself, ‘““and she has not deceived me
once since then. No, no; it is quite impos-
sible it could be Amy. If it were, it would
break my heart.”
THE PAPER OF BEADS. 93

But, however fully Mrs. Herbert might
be convinced of her grandchild’s mnocence,
she became very anxious and fidgety for her
return, that the matter might be settled
beyond any doubt. She kept getting up
and looking out of the window, and listening
eagerly to the rings at the bell, and thinking
that Isabella and Amy must have gone a
very long walk indeed. At length, just as
her patience was exhausted, the bell rang
once more, and immediately after the well-
known voices of the children were heard in
the hall.

Amy was in high spirits, and her cheeks
glowed like a rose. Isabella had been
giving her a description of Uncle Richard’s
house, and the play-room, with the great
swing from the ceiling, and the rocking-
horse, and the doll’s house, and all the
delightful things that were to make them so
happy on Christmas week. As Amy
listened, her spirits grew more*and more
elated. She seemed to tread on air; and
94 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

all thoughts of the necklace vanished from
her mind.

In one moment these bright prospects
were clouded. As soon as she entered the
house her grandmamma called her.

“Amy,” said she, “do you know any-
thing of this paper of beads?”

At this sudden address Amy started and
turned pale. “What beads do you mean,
grandmamma ?” asked she timidly.

“Come here, child, and don’t look so
frightened,” said Mrs. Herbert in an en-
couraging tone. ‘These beads are like
Isabella’s beads, that Jane says she found
in your pocket.”

Amy recognized the beads in an instant,
and knew what her grandmamma meant
but too well.

“JT must deny it,” thought she, as she
stooped to pick up Mrs. Herbert’s knitting.

“Confess,” whispered the little voice more
earnestly than ever. “Confess, or the blame
will be Jaid upon some one who is innocent.”
THE PAPER OF BEADS. 95

But Amy did not confess. She laid the
knitting on the table and said, “Let me
look at the beads, grandmamma.”

“ There they are, child,” said the old lady,
her voice becoming very tremulous. “You
see they belong to Isabella’s necklace; there
is no doubt about it. All I want to know
is, how they came into your pocket.”

Amy did not hesitate a moment. From
one falsehood she was driven to another ;
and, stifling the voice of conscience within
her, she replied, “I do not know, grand-
mamma.”

“Then you did not put them there your-
self? you had nothing to do with it?” said
Mrs. Herbert quickly. ‘You never meddled
with your sister’s necklace, did you, Amy ?”

It would have been almost cruel to say
“Yes,” so eagerly did ‘the old lady bend
forward in her chair to hear Amy’s denial ;
and when this was repeated, she pressed her
in her arms, and nearly smothered her with
kisses !
96 THE PAPER OF BEADS,

“ Amy, my own child,” said she, as great
tears dropped from her eyes, “if you had
done it, I should never have been happy
again. It would have broken my heart
to have you deceive me. I have never
been harsh with you, Amy, have I, that
you should be afraid of speaking the
truth ?”

Amy did not know what to say or what
todo. Her grandmamma’s affection caused
her the greatest pain, and yet it was impos-
sible to undeceive her. So she declared over
and over again she had nothing to do with
the beads; and every time Mrs. Herbert
cried for joy, and said the loss of the neck-
lace was trifling compared to the distress of
suspecting Amy of telling a falsehood.

That afternoon, as Amy was going up-
stairs, she heard voices talking very loud.
The door of her grandmamma’s room was
ajar, and Amy stood a moment to listen, for
she caught the sound of her own name.
Mrs. Herbert seemed very angry indeed,
THE PAPER OF BEADS. 97

and was speaking louder and faster than
Amy had ever heard her before.

“JT could forgive you taking the stiletto,
and the necklace too, Jane,” said she; “ but
to try and fix it upon Amy, who is as inno-
cent as I am, is more than I can bear. No,
no! I can never forgive you that.”

“ But I did not take the necklace, or the
stiletto either,” cried Jane, who was sobbing
bitterly. “I never took the value of a pin
that did not belong to me—mother knows | ©
did not. Ask my mother, ma’am, and she
will tell you that I have never told a story
in my life.”

“You are telling one now,” said Mrs.
Herbert angrily. ‘“ Why do you not con-
fess your fault instead of obstinately deny-
ing it?”

“ Because I am innocent, and have nothing
to confess, ma’am,” said Jane proudly.

“How dare you tell me you found the
beads in Miss Amy’s pocket, when she de-

clares over and over again that she never
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98 THE PAPER OF BEADS,

put them there?” continued Mrs. Herbert
with great vehemence. “Do you suppose
they could get into it of their own accord ?”
Jane made no answer, but continued to weep
bitterly.

“You will not tell me what you have
done with the necklace,” said Mrs. Herbert ;
“and I might, if I chose, send you to prison.
But you are very young, and I am willing to
be lenient—more lenient than you deserve.
I shall only discharge you from my service,
and desire that you leave my house this
very day.”

Amy trembled violently ; and as there
was a sound of some one coming out, she-
took to flight, and never stopped till she
found herself in her own room. This was a
consequence of her fault that she had not
foreseen, and she felt more terrified than .
ever at the idea of being found out. But
then how wicked it would be to let Jane
suffer for what she did not do!

Amy knew Jane’s mother quite well, and
99

THE PAPER OF BEADS.



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at

knew how poor she was, and yet how ne
and clean ; and that Jane’s brother, a lad of
100 THE PAPER OF BEADS.

twelve years old, was a cripple, and had
never been able to walk except on crutches;
and how he was very clever at making little
toys, and selling them to help his mother to
pay her rent ; and how the father had gone
away and left them to struggle alone with
poverty and sickness as they could.

«Grandmamma is very cruel,” said Amy,
bursting into tears, “to punish Jane when
she has done nothing to deserve it. As
soon as I come from London I will tell her
the truth, even if I should be shut up for a
week, It will not be long to wait, and then
Jane can come back again, and be as happy
as ever.”

This thought was very consoling to Amy,
and she dried her eyes, and endeavoured to
banish the subject from her mind.

But her heart sank within her when night
came, and there was no Jane to undress her
and put her to bed.

It sank within her, too, when I satel
began to talk about Jane having been sent
THE PAPER OF BEADS. 101

away in disgrace, and that she had seen her
go off from the door crying bitterly ; and
how she had talked about her mother, and
said it would break her heart, and that they
should never lift up their heads again.

Amy could not bear to hear her sister
tell her all this, and she hid her face under
the bed-clothes and cried too. Still it was
impossible to confess just then. She could
not give up the journey to London. She
trembled to think of her grandmamma’s
anger. She had gone too far, and every
day it became more and more difficult for
her to return,






CHAPTER VII.

THE LAME Boy.

MY got up the next morning with
a very heavy heart. Jane was
gone, and not even the bustle of
packing or the near approach of
the wished-for journey could raise



her spirits or silence for a moment the re-
proaches of her conscience. She was miser-
able and dejected, and felt that the pleasure
of wearing the fatal necklace had indeed
cost her dear.

“Amy,” said her grandmamma, after
lessons were over, ‘“ Isabella and I are going
of an errand, and a very pleasant errand it
is. Should you like to go too?” ;
THE LAME BOY. 103

“Oh yes, grandmamma,” cried Amy,
starting up to put away her books. “I
should like it so much! But where are you
going ?”

“T am going to Mr. Gildman’s, Amy,”
said Mrs. Herbert, looking archly at
her.

At this dreaded name Amy started and
changed colour very rapidly, but the old
lady did not notice it. I do not intend my
little girl to be cheated out of her necklace
because that wicked Jane has taken it,” said
she, drawing Amy towards her with more
than usual affection. “No, no! we must go
to Mr. Gildman’s and see what he has in
his shop. It is very ruinous to think of,”
added she; “but I suppose grandmamma
must buy you one each; you could not con-
trive to wear a necklace between you.”

“O grandmamma, do not, pray do not,”
began Amy, colouring violently, and the
tears rushing into her eyes. “TI don’t want
a necklace—indeed I do not. O grand-
104 THE LAME BOY.

mamma, let Isabella have one, please do,
and let me go without.”

“You are a good child, Amy, said Mrs.
Herbert, kissing her fondly; “but I will
not do any such thing. You deserve a
necklace, and you shall have one, without
any doubt. Iam only sorry,” continued the
old lady, altering her tone, and speaking
with great bitterness—“ I am only sorry that
I let that wicked girl escape so well. If I
had threatened to send her to prison, she
would have confessed in a minute, and
brought back the necklace. But she is
sure to be punished one of these days ; liars
are always found out in the end.”

Amy again trembled violently, but Mrs.
Herbert was too full of her subject to see
it, and told her to run away and put on her
bonnet as quickly as she could.

Amy was only too glad to do so; and in
a few minutes both the little girls had set
off with their grandmamma for Mr. Gild-
man’s shop. Amy’s heart beat very fast as
THE LAME BOY. 105

they walked along, and she dreaded to think
that Laura Douglas might perhaps meet
them, might even be in the shop, and that
then the whole affair of the necklace would
be sure to come out. She stole timid glances
round her, and turned very pale if any little
girl bearing the least resemblance to Laura
appeared in the distance. When they arrived
in front of the shop, she cast a frightened
look at the pavement, as if she expected to
see the necklace lying there crushed to atoms.
But the pavement was quite clear; the box
of goods had long ago been removed, so
had also the necklace, and her fears a little
abated.

“ Somebody has picked it up, no doubt,”
thought she ; “and if so, I shall never see
it any more.”

This comforted her greatly, and she
entered the shop with a firmer step, and
feeling tolerably secure. There were several
. persons within, but Laura Douglas was not
among them; and Amy grew more bold, and
106 THE LAME BOY.

ventured to look at the pretty things that
lay so temptingly on every side, and to enter
into the purchase of the necklace with some
degree of pleasure.

Mr. Gildman waited upon them himself,
and displayed all his store of necklaces.
Very pretty indeed they were, so pretty that
Amy thought she should never be tired of
looking at them. But just at this moment
she caught sight of a little paper parcel, very
much crushed, that lay upon the counter,
close by Mr. Gildman’s elbow. It had the
name of “ Mrs. Douglas” written on it, and
Amy knew in an instant what it was. It
was the necklace, wrapped up just as she
had dropped it from her hand on that un-
lucky morning when she was going to match
the beads! It was the necklace, crushed
nearly to atoms, but still in existence, and
lying there as a sort of witness against her !

Amy was in a terrible alarm. She felt
sure her grandmamma must see it. There
was a little hole in the paper, through which
THE LAME BOY. 107

some of the beads were distinctly visible ;
and Isabella was standing directly opposite,
how could she help finding it out? Mr.
Gildman himself, Amy thought, must know
it belonged to her, and she watched his
movements with breathless anxiety, expect-
ing he would bring it forward and say some-
thing about it.

Her fears had reached their height when
her grandmamma said : “These are all very
pretty, Mr. Gildman, but not what I wanted.
I am determined to have nothing but pearl.”

“Ves, maam, like this;” and he laid his
hand upon the paper! A mist came before
Amy’s eyes. But no! it was only to push
it further up the counter, that he might lift
up the glass, and bring out a pearl neck-
lace that lay beneath it. There it remained,
a little more open still, and two of the beads
actually rolled out!

Amy was all eagerness to get out of the
shop. But her grandmamma kept taking
up the necklaces, examining them, and
108 THE LAME BOY.

talking about the price, till Amy thought
she never would have done. At length
two necklaces were bought, as much like
the one that was gone as possible, and Amy
hoped her misery had come to an end.
But no; grandmamma wanted a new spec-
tacle-case, and this took almost as long to
choose as the necklaces; and then there
was an ivory thimble to be bought, and it
seemed as if grandmamma were very hard
to please, judging from the number of
thimbles she tried on. But at last the
tedious business was over, and Mrs. Her-
bert took her departure, carrying her pur-
chases with her.

Amy felt so much relieved when they
were out of the shop, that she laughed and
talked, and was quite wild with joy. Her
grandmamma thought .it was the present of
the necklace that made her so happy, and
kept telling her to be sure and take care of
it, and let no wicked fairy conjure it away.

“ Because I cannot buy you any more
THE LAME BOY. 109

necklaces,” said she, laughing; “so, if this
goes, you must not expect to have another.”

“J think we had better pack them up as
goon as we get home,” said Isabella, “and
then they will be safe. Oh, how I wish it
did not want three whole days till Tues-
day !”

The three whole days were not, after all,
so tiresome as Isabella fancied. There was
so much to think about, and so much to do,
that the time passed very quickly. Mon-
day evening came, and everything was in
readiness for the little girls to start the next
morning. The new hats trimmed with
bright ribbon lay upon the bed in the
spare-room, waiting to be put on. The
directions were pasted on their boxes; and
grandmamma, who had decided to go with
them, had locked up her cupboards, and
ended the almost endless charges she had
to give to the cook.

Amy had quite recovered her spirits, and
her cheek glowed with its wonted colour.
110 THE LAME BOY.

Her thoughts were entirely fixed on the
pleasure that was so near at hand, and it
seemed as if the untruthful path she had
been pursuing would, after all, end happily
and well. She looked upon the journey to
London as perfectly safe. Laura Douglas
was keeping the house with a cold, and
could not appear against her ; grandmamma
was convinced of her innocence; Isabella’s
loss was made up ; and even the little voice,
though it still whispered of the injury she
had done to Jane, and the danger of being
found out in the end, sounded far off and
indistinct, and failed to alarm her.

Jane’s being sent away in disgrace was
the worst consequence of Amy’s falsehood ;
but then a word could at any time set it
straight. Besides, grandmamma was never
angry very long, and was sure to forgive
her of her own accord ; perhaps even take
her back again, and then there would be no
need to confess at all.

These thoughts passed rapidly through
THE LAME BOY. 111

Amy’s mind as she was playing a game at
chess with her sister. Grandmamma Her-
bert sat on one side of the fire, and on the
other an old friend of hers, a Mrs. Wilmot,
who had called in to speak to her on some
important business.

Amy and Isabella thought this important
business could have nothing to do with
them, and they went on with their game
without paying any attention to what was
being said.

But by-and-by a few words struck on
Amy’s ear, and made her hand shake so
much she could hardly move her pieces.

Mrs. Wilmot was the lady who had re-
commended Mrs. Herbert to take Jane into
her service, and it was of her she came to
speak,

“There must be some mistake, I am
sure,” said she. “I have known Jane ever
since she was a child, and a more honest
and truthful girl is not to be found any-
where.”
112 THE LAME BOY,

“Oh, I daresay!” replied Mrs. Herbert,
getting angry in a minute; “honest and
truthful indeed! to break open my work-
box and take my silver stiletto before I was



MRS. WILMOT’S VISIT.

up in the morning! and then to bring it
back just because she was frightened and
thought I had found.her out.”

“But you have no positive proof that
Jane is guilty,” said Mrs. Wilmot; “I
THE LAME BOY. 118

suppose no one saw her meddle with your
work-box.”

“‘Oh, of course no one saw her! She
knew how to manage better than that. No
one saw her take the necklace ; but she did
take it. It is gone; and who else was
there to do it?”

“Still I am not convinced,” replied
Mrs. Wilmot, after a few moments’ pause.
“ Jane denies it in the most solemn manner,
and I have never yet known her to be
guilty of an untruth. I feel sure before
long the mystery will be cleared up, and
you will find that she is innocent.”

“But things cannot go away of their
own accord,” said Mrs. Herbert, who
quite believed that Jane had taken the
necklace. “And you do not suppose
either of my grandchildren would be guilty
of a dishonest act! Isabella was at board-
ing-school, and I am certain that Amy
would never touch what does not belong to

her.”
(388) : 8
114 THE LAME BOY.

At these words Amy’s hand again shook
very much, and she made such a bad move
as to be in danger of losing her queen.

“Oh no, no! I should never think of
suspecting the little girls any more than
you would,” cried Mrs. Wilmot; “but I
must say it was rather hard to send poor
Jane away at a moment’s notice, with her
character gone, and she only fifteen years
of age.”

‘“‘T will never keep any one in my house
who does not speak the truth, let her be
what age she may,” replied Mrs. Herbert,
half angrily, and as if the subject were very
disagreeable to her.

“ And to be sent home at a time like this
too,” continued Mrs. Wilmot; “when her
mother is in such distress, and can hardly
get bread enough for them to eat.”

“Tt is her own fault then,” interrupted
Mrs. Herbert; “she has plenty of work
with going out to wash. I got her several
places myself.”
THE LAME BOY. 115

“But she does not go anywhere now.
Her son William, the lame boy, who used
to earn a little by making toys, is so ill that
she cannot leave him. He has kept his bed
for more than a month, and I do not think
he will ever get well.”

Mrs. Herbert made no answer, but
looked steadily into the fire, and Amy ran
a terrible risk of being checkmated on the
spot.
“ Poor William’s earnings used to go to-
wards paying the rent,” continued Mrs.
Wilmot, who seemed determined to excite
some pity for him; “he was always a good,
industrious boy, and never willing to lose a
moment from his work.”

“Oh yes, I have heard Jane say so a great
many times,” cried Isabella, who was listen-
ing attentively to Mrs. Wilmot. “Don’t
you remember, Amy, how she told us he
used to sit all day making those funny little
dolls ; and how he used to move about on
his crutches and keep the house tidy while
116 THE LAME BOY.

his mother was out; and how he always
took care to have a bright bit of fire for her ©
when she came home? We have heard a
great deal about the lame boy ; haven’t we,
Amy?”

Amy muttered a few indistinct words,
and tried to bring her sister’s attention back
to the game.

“There is no use in our playing, if you
look off every minute,” said she peevishly.

“ Never mind ;'I want to hear about the
lame boy,” replied Isabella. “Please, Mrs.
Wilmot, go on and tell us something
more.”

Mrs. Wilmot did tell them something
more. She told them that when William
was first taken ill he sat up in bed and
would have his tools brought to him; for
he knew his mother was very poor, and he
could not bear to lie there and be earning
nothing. But it was of no use. He only
made a few feeble strokes, and was obliged
to give it up and lie down again. Then he
THE LAME BOY. 117

said he should be better to-morrow; but
the morrow came, and he never asked for
his tools at all. They lay scattered in the
corner, and very likely he would never use
them again.

“But do you think he will die?” cried
Isabella, the tears starting to her eyes.

“T fear he will,” replied Mrs. Wilmot
sadly. ‘A week ago his mother hoped he
might revive, and perhaps get better; but
the shock of Jane coming home in dis-
grace was more than he could bear. He
has been worse ever since, and the doctor
says there is scarcely any chance of his
recovery.”

“Oh, Amy, Amy! and this is your
doing,” cried the little voice; “you know
Jane is innocent. You know who it was
that took the necklace. Why do you not
confess, and take the blame upon your-
self?”

“Tt was a pity he was told anything
about the trouble Jane was in,” said Mrs.
118 THE LAME BOY.

Wilmot; “he was very weak and ill, and
it was too much for him. His mind began
to wander, and he talked very fast all night,
without knowing what he was saying. He
got up in bed, and would feel everywhere
for the necklace, crying out that he was
sure he could find it, and then Jane could
put it back into its box, and Mrs. Herbert
would not be angry any more. It was
quite piteous to see him trying to move the
pillows with his poor thin hands, and look-
ing so eager and anxious. Jane and his
mother tried to make him lie down; but it
was of no use, and all the time he kept tell-
ing them, in his own cheerful way, not to
be down-hearted, for he was sure he could
find it if they would only let him try.
Then he fancied the constables were come,
and that Jane was being taken away to
prison, and was going to be tried for steal-
ing the necklace ; and he called out to them
to stop, for that Jane was innocent, and the
necklace had been found.”
THE LAME BOY. 119

Amy’s conscience here smote her so
sharply, that she could scarcely keep from
crying. What a terrible thing it was, to be
sure! And how could she go to London
thinking that the lame boy might die before
she came back.

“JT will tell grandmamma this very
minute,” thought she, as she bent her head
over the chess-board. ‘“ But what am I to
say? How am I to begin?”

She tried to command her voice enough
to speak, and began a feeble “Grand-
mamma ;” but Mrs. Wilmot was talking so
fast that Amy’s attempt was wholly un-
heard. She tried again, but this time the
word ‘‘grandmamma,” was feebler still, and
she thought she had better wait until Mrs.
‘Wilmot was gone.

At last Mrs. Wilmot did go, and Amy
found herself as far as ever from making a
confession. Her heart failed her at the
bare idea of her grandmamma’s anger.
Besides, the boxes were packed, and they
120 THE LAME BOY.

were on the very eve of going to London.
No, no; she could not do it! How she
wished Mrs. Wilmot had never come! and
how she wished her grandmamma and
Isabella would give over talking about it!
Never had she felt so wretched. Jane,
with all her trouble and disgrace, was a
happy girl compared to Amy. The little
voice spoke so loud and clear, that she
fancied her grandmamma must hear it.
She trembled if any one looked at her, and
crept’ into a corner with a book, that she
might not be spoken to; but she turned
over the leaves without knowing what was
written upon them. The picture of the
poor lame boy met her in every page. She
could see his mother watching by the little
bed, and Jane crying as bitterly as when
she went away from the door. Amy shut
her book in despair; but wherever she
turned, the same scene of distress was be-
fore her. It was before her in the darkness
of the night. If she slept, it was only to
THE LAME BOY. 121:

dream of it; and if she awoke, it was only:
to hear the piteous cry, “Jane is innocent !

Jane is innocent! The necklace has been.
found !”








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.CHAPTER VIII.

THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR.

Ri > AMY, the day is come at last!”
\ cried Isabella, jumping out of bed
on the eventful Tuesday morning.
TX“ And how bright the sun shines ;
and how happy I do feel! Come, pray get
up, for fear we should be too late!”

“There is no fear of our being too late,”
replied Amy, opening her eyes. “Jane has
not been to call us yet.”

“Jane is gone, you know; so she is not
likely to call us. I think you have been
dreaming, Amy. Don’t you remember
how Jane stole my necklace, and grand-
mamma sent her away in a hurry; and


THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR. 123

how Mrs. Wilmot came and told us all
about—-”

“Oh yes, yes, I remember,” cried Amy,
beginning to dress in great haste. ‘There
is no need to say that again. You woke me
so suddenly, that everything popped out of
my head.”

“For my part, I do not believe that Jane
is guilty,” said Isabella, as she stood brush-
ing her hair at the glass. “I daresay, after
all, the necklace will be found in some out-
of-the-way place, where no one ever thought
of looking for it.”

Amy made no answer, but hurried down-
stairs as quickly as she could.

Grandmamma Herbert had been up a
long time, and was pouring out the tea,
while the children’s bread and milk stood
all ready.

“Well, Amy,” said the old lady, kissing
her affectionately, “I suppose I need not
tell you to make haste over your breakfast.
The omnibus will be at the door in about
124 THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR.

an hour’s time, and it would never do to
be left behind.”

The little girls both agreed that nothing
would be so dreadful as to be left behind ;
and as soon as breakfast was over, they put
on their smart new hats, and dressed them-
selves quite ready to go. Every minute
seemed an hour; and at the slightest sound
of wheels they jumped up, thinking the
omnibus must be coming. It could not ‘be
long now, for grandmamma even was ready,
and had settled herself with her feet on the
fender, to keep them warm, as she said, till
the last minute. All at once a loud ring at
the bell made Amy run to the window to
see who it was.

Who could it be coming just then? "Who
indeed 2 There was some one standing
at the door. At first Amy could not
tell who it was; but in a few seconds he
turned round, and she shrank from the
window as though she had seen something
very disagreeable.
THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR. 125

“Well, Amy, who is it?” asked her
grandmamma.

“Tt is—Mr. Gildman, grandmamma,” said
Amy, trying to speak as usual.

“Mr. Gildman! What does he want, I
wonder ¢” said Mrs. Herbert, in a tone of
curiosity. ‘Open the door, Amy ; there is
no time to lose.”

Amy opened the door, scarcely knowing
what she did, and Mr. Gildman stood before
her, face to face !

At one glance she saw the object of his
visit. It was to bring back the broken
necklace! He carried it in his hand. The
crushed paper, the name of Mrs. Douglas
written on it, told their story but too
well.

Amy stood pale and conscience-stricken,
and her terror was so great, it would not
allow her to speak.

“T believe this necklace belongs to you,
ma’am,” said Mr. Gildman, giving the paper
to Mrs. Herbert. “I was not aware till
126 THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR.

this morning that it was Miss Amy who
dropped it on the pavement.”

“What necklace? What are you talking
about?” said Mrs. Herbert sharply.

“This necklace, ma’am,” said Mr. Gild-
man, opening the paper, and showing the
fragments of Mrs. Herbert’s present. “ My
assistant remembers quite well how Miss
Amy ran against him, just as he was taking
a box of goods from the van; he set down
the box on the pavement, and when it was
moved, this paper was found under it.”

“But what had Amy to do with it?”
asked Mrs. Herbert. ‘She might have run
against your assistant twenty times, and it
would be no proof she had the necklace.”

“J should not have thought of the neck-
lace belonging to Miss Amy, if Mrs.
Douglas had not told me so,” replied Mr.
Gildman. “TI took it to her first, because
her name was written on the paper. She
directed me to you, and said over and over

, ”?

again that it was Miss Amy’s.
THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR. 127
“Tgabella’s, you mean,” said Mrs. Her-
bert quickly.
“T feel sure Mrs. Douglas said Miss



AN AWKWARD SITUATION.

Amy,” replied Mr. Gildman; “but that
might have been a mistake. It was Miss
Amy that I saw looking through the win-
128 THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR.

‘dow when the goods were being delivered,

and that must have been the time when the
accident happened.”

“Very likely,” replied Mrs. Herbert.
“ Amy has been of a great many errands
the last few days, and she would be sure to
stop and look in at your window ; but that
is no proof that she dropped the necklace
on the pavement.”

Mr. Gildman seemed little inclined to
argue the point. He considered he had
done his duty by bringing back the neck-
lace ; and he took up his hat to go.

Amy’s heart leaped for joy when the
door closed behind him. She could scarcely
believe she had escaped so well. Grand-
mamma’s puzzled look, as she turned the
necklace over and over, did not signify,
nor her declaring that as soon as she came
from London she would search more thor-

oughly into the matter.

The omnibus was heard rattling about in
the distance, and the journey to London,
THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR. 129

that for the last few minutes had been
blotted from Amy’s mind, appeared again,
bright and tempting as ever. Nothing
now could snatch the wished-for pleasure
from her grasp.

“And so you thought you would run
away without bidding me good-bye, did
you?” said a well-known voice at her ear.

Amy turned quickly round, and to her
unspeakable terror there stood Laura Doug-
las—Laura Douglas, and all the while the
broken necklace was lying open on the
table! Had it been possible, she would
have darted towards it, and hidden it from
sight ; but it lay close to her grandmamma,
and the old lady was still busy looking at
it, and turning it from side to side to see
how much mischief had been done.

“My cold is better to-day, and mamma
said I might run in and bid you good-bye,”
said Laura, going up to the table, and fixing
her eyes full upon the necklace.—“ But,

Amy, what have you been doing to your
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130 THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR.

necklace ?” continued she. “It was not
broken in this way at our house.”

“ At your house, Laura! How came my
necklace at your house?” exclaimed Isa-
bella.

“Oh, if it is yours, I know nothing about
it,” returned Laura. “I thought it was
Amy’s. She wore one just like it at our
party.”

“Amy had not a necklace to wear, so
you are quite mistaken there,” continued
Isabella. ‘“Grandmamma only gave her
one the other day ;—did she, Amy?”

Amy made no answer, but turned as pale
as ashes, and stood looking the very pane
of guilt.

“She did wear a necklace, I am quite
certain,” persisted Laura, who was angry at
not being believed. “Mamma knows she
did; and she said that her grandmamma
gave it her.” :

Isabella looked puzzled enough; and
Grandmamma Herbert, who had _ been
THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR. 131

listening with the most breathless atten-
tion, and turning from one to the other, as
though she would devour every word,
leaned back in her chair, and trembled from
head to foot as if she were going to be ill.



DETECTED.

“Tt was not Amy’s fault that the neck-
lace got broken,” continued Laura, address-
ing Mrs. Herbert. “ Harry Glover would
take it for a forfeit, and she tried to snatch
132 THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR.

it out of his hand; and then the threads
broke, and the beads rolled on the carpet.
I picked up a great many the next day,
and brought them back, wrapped up in a
bit of paper ;—did not I, Amy?”

Amy still made no reply. It was all
over with her now. Her attempts to hide
her fault, her falsehood repeated so many
times, were of no avail. The web she had
woven so artfully was being torn away, and
there was the secret of the necklace quite
open before the eyes of every one. It was
too late to confess. It had happened as the
’ little voice said it would. She had been
detected, and there was nothing before her
but punishment and disgrace.

“You were just having your nap after
dinner when I brought back the beads,”
continued Laura, still addressing herself to
Mrs. Herbert. “Amy would not let me
talk for fear of disturbing you ; but she took
the beads and put them in her pocket. I
did not know then that the necklace had
THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR. 133

been broken a second time.—How did it
happen, Amy?”

“Tf you please, ma’am, the omnibus is at
the door, and the man is in a very great
hurry, and says there is no time to lose,”
said Martha, the cook, coming hastily in.

Grandmamma Herbert made no answer,
nor did she attempt to move from her chair.
At length, on Martha repeating her words,
she raised herself slowly up, and said, in a
voice so different from her usual tone that the
children could hardly believe it to be the
same, ‘“‘ We shall not go to London to-day,
Martha.”

“Not go to London!” cried Martha, in
great alarm, and wondering what could
have happened.

“No, no! Tell the man to drive on,”
said Mrs. Herbert impatiently ; “and un-
pack the boxes, and let us stay at home.—
Oh, Amy, Amy! you have cut me to the
heart!” And the old lady burst into tears,
and cried and sobbed like a child.
134 THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR.

Amy could have borne anything better
than this. It was bad enough to be dis-
appointed of the journey to London, just
when she was going to set off, and to hear
the omnibus drive away from the door with-
out taking them up; but it was nothing
compared to seeing her grandmamma—her
good, kind grandmamma—in such an agony
of distress, and all through her deceitful
conduct.

“Oh, grandmamma, please, pray forgive
ine,” cried she. ‘I only meant to wear the
necklace that one night, and then put it
back again; but it was broken, and the
beads got lost, and I tried to get some more
at Mr. Gildman’s; and the young man
ran against me, and jerked it out of my
hand. How I wish I had never touched it!
Oh, how miserable I am!” And Amy
sobbed bitterly.

“ And you deserve to be miserable,” said
Mrs. Herbert severely. “ But I cannot talk
to you now; I feel ill, and in too great
THE OMNIBUS AT THE DOOR. 135

trouble. Go, Amy, to your own room, and
remain there while I consider what is best
to be done with you.”

Amy dared not say another word. She
was only too glad to escape. The boxes
still stood in the hall; her own little room
was littered over with odds and ends, that
Martha was to put away after they were
gone. How dreary it looked with its empty
drawers half open, and everything in con-
fusion !—everything reminding her of her
journey to London, so near, and yet so en-
tirely at an end. There was no Christmas-
tree for her, no Uncle Richard, no merry
faces of cousins, no games from morning till
night! The whole fabric of this great
pleasure had given way, and she was shut
up there alone, to reap the bitter fruits of
her falsehood and deceit !




CHAPTER IX.
THE CONCLUSION.
{HE first thing Amy did, when she

_ had taken off her hat and shawl,
was to have a hearty cry. Her one




[Â¥ feeling was that of disappointment,
dreadful, cruel disappointment; it was almost
more than she could bear, and sitting down
by the bed, she hid her face on the pillow,
and sobbed till she was quite exhausted.

Presently she heard a slight noise, and
raising her head, she saw her sister Isabella
standing in the doorway. Isabella looked
very sad indeed; her eyes were swollen
with weeping, and her lip quivered so much
she could scarcely speak.
THE CONCLUSION. 137

“Grandmamma says you are to go into
the dining-room, Amy, and be there by
yourself,” said she. “Oh, how could you
do so?” and the tears rolled down her
cheek ; “I did not think you had been so
wicked !”









THE SISTERS.

“T did not mean to be wicked, Isabella,”
sobbed Amy; “but the necklace got broken,
and I was driven from one story to another
to hide it; and now grandmamma will never
forgive me, and no one can go to London
138 THE CONCLUSION.

at all;” and she hid her face again in the
pillow.

“Tt was very hard not to go to London
just at the last minute, and when the omni-
bus stopped at the door,” replied Isabella ;
“but it is not that makes me cry. It is
because of poor grandmamma ;” and her
voice began to falter.

“What about grandmamma?” asked Amy
quickly.

“Oh, she is so very, very unhappy,” cried
Isabella, weeping bitterly. “She says it
almost breaks her heart to think how many
times you must have deceived her, and how
many stories you have told. And then she
said she could not bear to look at the neck-
lace, and that Martha must take it away,
and put it somewhere, so that she might
never see it again.—And it is all your doing,
Amy,” added she, in a tone of reproach ;
‘we should have been so happy, if you had
but told the truth.”

Amy felt that Isabella was right. It was
THE CONCLUSION. 139

her doing, and there would have been no
disappointment at all if she had not deceived
her grandmamma, and acted a lie! What
a long and dreary day that was !—long and
dreary indeed, although it was the very
Tuesday she had looked forward to with so
much pleasure! Instead of the bustle of
starting, and the whirling along of the car-
riages, she sat alone on her little stool by
the fire, and with a feeling of dread upon
her mind that something, she did not know
what, was going to be done with her, and
that the happy hours that she and her grand-
mamma had spent together would never
return.

How earnestly she wished she could re-
call the moment when she had slipped the
necklace into her pocket; that she could
stand with it unbroken in her hand as she
did when she had stolen into the spare-room
to look at it; or that she had run back and
put it into its box before she set off to Mrs.
Douglas’s !
140 THE CONCLUSION.

But even then, even when she had taken
it, and Harry Glover had broken it, and the
mischief had been done, why did she not
confess? The little voice had entreated her
to do so. It would have been nothing to
take the necklace to her grandmamma the
next morning, and tell her the whole story
—her mind would have been at rest then,
and she would have had no fear of meeting
her sister Isabella) Grandmamma might
have punished her, but she would have had
the necklace mended, and there would have
been no dropping it on the pavement—no
watching for Laura Douglas to come out of
the shop—no going home frightened and
miserable, and not knowing what she was
to do!

But even then, even when the necklace
was left crushed to atoms on the pavement,
she had better have told the truth. It was
not too late when she brought down the
empty box. Grandmamma would have been
very much distressed, but still it would have
THE CONCLUSION. 141

been nothing compared to this. And when
Jane was sent away—oh! the time for con-
fession was getting very late indeed! but
it was not quite over. She could have pre-
vented Jane’s going home—prevented the
lame boy being made worse—prevented all
the misery of that dreadful night Mrs.
Wilmot had told them about.

And when Mrs. Wilmot was gone, it
would have been better to tell even then-—
to give up the journey to London, and have
her grandmamma and Isabella go without
her. Her grandmamma would not have
been half so shocked if Amy had told her
herself, as she was at hearing the story from
Laura Douglas. But she had let all these
opportunities slip. They were as so many
paths by which she could have regained the
highway of truth and honesty. But one by
one she had passed them by. She had
refused to listen to the still, small voice of
conscience, and now her sin had found her
out; and at the last moment, when she
142 THE CONCLUSION.

thought herself secure, the necklace had
come forth to be a witness against her, and
to prove her guilt. How still and mournful
the house appeared, as though some grief
had found its way within! ;

Not a sound was heard except when Mrs.
Herbert walked backwards and forwards in
the room overhead, as if she were too uneasy
to sit still, or when Isabella went up and
down stairs to see if her grandmamma
wanted anything.

Sometimes Amy tried to while away the
time by reading, but she could not fix her
attention enough to feel any interest in her
book. Then she would stand at the window
and watch the people go by in the street,
and think how happy they looked, and how
Christmas-day was coming, and the shops
would be shut, and every one would have a
holiday. And she wondered how she should
spend Christmas-day, and where.

Then she remembered it was just the hour
when they should have got into London ;
THE CONCLUSION. 143

and again the picture of Uncle Richard's
house, the rocking-horse, and the swing, and
the happy faces of her cousins, came before
her. But this time the picture was dimmed
with tears, and she turned from the window
and cried bitterly.

How much unhappiness had her one sin
caused! It was not confined to Amy her-
self, but had spread as far as her cousins
and her Uncle Richard. The Christmas-tree
would not be half so pleasant as if all had
gone right; and Christmas itself, with its
presents and its fun, would, through Amy’s
fault, be very sad and disappointing.

At length tea-time came, and Martha
stirred the fire, and drew the curtains, and
lighted the candles. But Amy was still
alone. There was her grandmamma’s empty
chair, but no grandmamma to read or to
talk to, no Isabella to play at chess with.
It was a long, long evening, and Amy was
really glad when bed-time came. She
hoped Isabella was going to sleep with her
144 THE CONCLUSION.

as usual, and that at least there would be
some one to speak to. But Isabella was
not there; and Martha, who came to un-
dress her, told her she was to sleep by her-
self.

Amy had never gone to bed before without
bidding her grandmamma good-night, and
she lay awake listening for her to come up-
stairs, and hoping she might open the door
and perhaps say something to her. But
Mrs. Herbert passed on, and went into her
own room, without taking any notice. Amy
felt that her grandmamma must be very
angry indeed, and her heart sank within
her, and she lay down and cried herself to
sleep.

The next morning Amy breakfasted alone,
and after breakfast a message was brought
to her by Martha. Mrs. Herbert wished
to see her, and she was to go into the payr-
lour where the old lady was sitting.

At first Amy felt pleased at the thought
of seeing her grandmamma, and jumped up
THE CONCLUSION, 145

with great alacrity. But, alas! what a bar-
rier was now between her and her grand-
mamma’s affection! She could not. kiss her
—could not throw her arms round her neck
—dared not even look her in the face. How
guilty she felt! how ashamed of what she
had done !

“ Amy,” said Mrs. Herbert, as the little
girl stole into the room, “I have sent for
you to explain the mystery of my work-box,
and how my ivory thimble got broken. I
feel sure, from what has happened, you are
the only person in the house who knows
anything about it.”

Amy was the only person. She knew
that as well as her grandmamma ; it was of
no use trying to conceal it; and she stam-
mered out the whole story,—how she had
opened the work-box to take out a needle,
and tried to shut it in a hurry, and how the
things would not fit, and the thimble was
broken, and how she ran up-stairs as fast as

she could lest any one should see her.
(383) 10
146 THE CONCLUSION,

‘And some one did see you, Amy,” said
her grandmamma solemnly.
Amy looked up surprised. She had

fancied that no one was down but Jane, and



THE STORY OUT.

Jane did not see her, or she would have told
all about it.

“Who was it, grandmamma?” asked she
timidly.

“Tt was God, Amy,” replied Mrs. Her-

bert, in the same serious tone. “It was an
THE CONCLUSION. 147

easy matter for you to deceive me, but there
was no deceiving him. Why did you not
think of this when you took the necklace ?
Why did you not remember that God saw
you? that you were sinning against him far
more than against your grandmamma and
your sister Isabella ?”

Amy was silent ; the little voice had told
her this at the very time, but she had not
cared to listen to it.

“Your taking the necklace was nothing
more nor less than acting a lie,” continued
Mrs. Herbert ; “your conscience told you
so, or you would not have tried to keep it a
secret. One story seldom comes alone,
Amy; there is generally another close at
hand to make it two; and so you have
found it. When the necklace was broken
you were driven on from one story to
another, and now see what you have done.
You have made God angry with you, for
there is no sin he hates like lying. You
have taken away the character of an inno-
148 THE CONCLUSION.

cent girl who never wronged you, and in-
flicted several days of suffering on her poor
sick brother. You have spoiled what would
have been a merry Christmas ; and so com-
pletely lost my confidence, that I do not
think I can ever trust you again.”

“T did not mean to tell a story,” cried
Amy, in great distress. ‘I only meant to
wear the necklace that one night, and then
put it back. O grandmamma ! do not say
you will never trust me again.”

“You have forfeited all right to be trusted,
—at anyrate, for a long time to come,” said
Mrs. Herbert. ‘As soon as the holidays
are over, I intend to send you to boarding-
school, because I am getting old, and cannot
keep the strict watch over you that you re-
quire. J should always be afraid you were
deceiving me, and that I was not quick
enough to find it out; and then your habit
of falsehood would grow up unchecked, and
prove in the end your utter ruin.”

Amy could not speak for crying. How
THE CONCLUSION. 149

sad it would be to be sent away from home
in disgrace, because no one could trust her,
or believe a word she said! And all this
came of telling a lie!

“T have written to your Uncle Richard,
to say why we did not come, and that he
need not expect us now,” continued Mrs.
Herbert. ‘“ After what has passed, I should
not think of taking you; and Isabella and
myself are too much distressed at your
wicked conduct to wish to go. You have
spoiled all our pleasure, Amy, and brought.
a cloud over us when there need have been
nothing but sunshine. There is but one
thing you can do to get back your peace of
mind: you must repent of your fault. I do.
not mean that you are to be sorry for it only
because it has made me unhappy, and pre-
vented you from going to London ; but be-
cause you have sinned against God, and
offended him ; and because, while you were
trying so hard to hide your fault from me,
lest I should punish you, you thought no-
150 THE CONCLUSION.

thing of committing it in his sight, and had
no regard to the terrible punishment he
says he will inflict on all those who make
and believe a lie. You must ask God first
to forgive you, and then help you overcome
your wicked habit ; for if you trust to your
own strength, you will fall into the very
first temptation. You must set yourself to
watch against the very beginning of the
evil. Be determined to speak the truth at
first; for if you trifle a moment with the
wish to deceive, the wish will grow stronger
and stronger all the time you are hesitating.
It will seem an easy way of escape from
punishment ;—but have you found it so?
Has it not led you into far deeper disgrace
than if you had told the truth ?”

“Oh yes, grandmamma! I have been very
miserable indeed!” cried Amy. “Every-
thing has seemed changed since I took the
necklace, and I have never been happy a
single minute.”

“Sin always brings its own punishment
THE CONCLUSION. 151

with it,” continued Mrs. Herbert,—“ the sin
of falsehood especially; for it is always
hemmed round with fears and anxieties. It
is scarcely possible to close every avenue to
detection; and if one is left open, it is
enough to insure disgrace. You thought
yourself quite safe the other morning, when
we were on the point of starting for London.
No one suspected you of having taken the
necklace. You fancied it was gone, and
was never likely to appear against you; but
mark how in one single moment it came to
light! What would have been the pain of
a confession compared to the disappoint-
ment of yesterday? I should have been
a great deal more pleased at hearing
you tell the truth, than angry at the
loss of the necklace. But the time for
confession has gone by. It is of no value
when the sin is found out; and you will
have to suffer the full consequences of
your fault.”

“O grandmamma, do not send me away !”
152 THE CONCLUSION.

cried Amy, weeping. “I will never tell a
story again as long as I live.”

“No, no, Amy, I dare not trust you; and
it remains with yourself whether or not I
ever trust you again. You are but a child
yet, and if your life is spared, there will be
plenty of time for you to redeem your char-
acter. When a year has passed without a
single story or a single act of deceit, I shall
begin to feel some degree of confidence in
you. My affection for you may return, and
so may all the happy days we have spent
together.”

A whole year seemed a very long time
indeed to Amy; but she felt a little comfort
in the thought that it was not impossible for
her grandmamma to love her again. What
Mrs. Herbert had said made a deep impres-
sion on her mind. She saw her fault in its
true light, as committed against God, against
her own conscience, and against all the
lessons that had been taught her from her
very cradle.
THE CONCLUSION, 153

How wicked and ungrateful she had been!
and how richly she deserved the trouble and
disappointment into which her deceit had led
her !

But Jane, for anything she knew, was yet
in disgrace ; and the lame boy ill, and not
likely to get better. Amy wanted sadly
to hear something about him; but she felt
ashamed to ask, ashamed even to mention
his name. However, she summoned up her
courage, and asked, in a faltering voice, if
grandmamma had heard how he was, and
whether she would let Jane come back.

“Tt is no thanks to you, Amy, that poor
William is better,” replied Mrs. Herbert
gravely. ‘He would very likely have died
of grief and anxiety, if the truth had not
come out when it did. It is no light thing
to let an innocent person be suspected of
theft; and I wonder you could have the
heart to do it—to sit by when Mrs. Wilmot
was here, and listen to her sad story, with-
out setting the matter straight. How should
154 THE CONCLUSION,

you have felt if the poor boy had died
while you were gone to London? Do you
think you should ever have been happy
again ?” :

Amy was too much ashamed to reply.
She knew very well that she had made up
her mind to go to London in spite of Wil-.
liam’s being worse, and to wait till she came
home before she told the truth. It was
indeed no thanks to her that the delay had
been cut short, and Jane’s innocence had
been proved beyond all doubt.

“ And is there not something within you,
Amy,” said her grandmamma, “that tells
you how much you have wronged Jane, and
that you ought to ask her pardon, and make
some amends for the trouble you have caused
her ?”

Amy hung her head, and blushed deeply.

“What can I do, grandmamma?” said
she, in a faltering voice.

“You can go with me to Jane’s cottage,”
replied Mrs. Herbert, “and ask her to for-
THE CONCLUSION. 155

give you, and tell her how sorry you are for
what has passed.”

Amy was very much frightened at the
idea of asking Jane’s pardon, especially be-
fore her mother, who was sure to be very
anery with her, and reproach her bitterly
for what she had done. Then she would
be sure to see the lame boy in his little bed
in the corner of the room, and he might
reproach her too, and tell her how much
worse Jane’s coming home in disgrace had
made him. And Jane herself—what could
she say to her? How could she confess the
whole story of her deceit? And if she did,
how wicked she would appear before them all!

“ Are you unwilling to go, Amy?” asked
her grandmamma, who was looking anxiously
at her.

“Oh no, grandmamma!” cried Amy, burst-
ing into tears. “That is to say, I would
rather not go to Jane’s cottage and beg her
pardon before them all; but if you wish me
to—to—”
156 THE CONCLUSION.

“You persisted in your falsehood, Amy,
in spite of all the suffering it would cause
them ; and now, is it such a hard thing to
make the only amends that lies in your
power?” said Mrs. Herbert, in a serious
tone.

Amy did not hesitate any longer.

“T will go, grandmamma,” said she
timidly, putting her hand into Mrs. Her-
bert’s, and looking up into her face. “TI
will do anything in the world to show Jane
how sorry I am, and to make you love me
again.”

The visit to Jane’s cottage was not so
dreadful as Amy had imagined. She trem-
bled very much as they walked along ; and
when they came to the door, she crept be-
hind her grandmamma, as if afraid of being
. seen. The cottage was just as neat and
clean as ever; the hearth was nicely swept,
and Jane and her mother were sitting at
work by the fire, with such happy faces that
Amy felt her courage revive. She need not
THE CONCLUSION. 157

have been afraid of their reproaches. Jane

was too full of joy even to hear her story.

“OQ Miss Amy, pray say nothing about
it,” said she, the tears starting to her eyes.

Pere
ee



THE APOLOGY.

“We don’t want to hear another word—do

we, mother ?”
“But it is quite right that you should
158 THE CONCLUSION.

hear something about it, Jane,” said Mrs.
Herbert. ‘“ Amy is very sorry for what she
has done, and I have brought her on pur-
pose that she may say so both to you and
to your mother.”

“Will you forgive me, Jane?” said Amy
timidly, and keeping close to her grand-
mamma. “I am very, very sorry I have
been so unkind to you.”

“OQ Miss Amy, I am sure I forgive you
with all my heart,” said Jane good-naturedly,
‘so we won't be talking of old grievances
just when everything is set right, and he is
getting so nicely ;” and she pointed to the
little bed where the lame boy lay asleep.
“Why, he has been sitting up this morning
for the first time ; and I expect before long
we shall have him chipping away in the
corner as fierce as ever.”

Poor William did not seem likely to do
much chipping at present. There he lay, so
pale and wasted that Amy could almost have
fancied he was dead. Those thin white
THE CONCLUSION. 159

hands, in which the blue veins were clearly
seen, would be helpless for a long time to
come, in spite of Jane’s cheerful anticipation,
and in spite of his mother’s repeated assur-
ance that he would come round again, and
be as well as ever.

Mrs. Herbert looked at him with a great
deal of interest; and Amy’s heart leaped for
joy to hear her talk about the wine and all
the nourishing things she meant to send him.
Amy remembered with pleasure a bright
new guinea that her Uncle Richard, not long
ago, had sent her ; and she thought, as soon
as she got home she would give it to her
grandmamma, and beg her to spend it in
buying clothes for poor William, and a new
gown for Jane, who was to return to her
place the next day.

After this visit to Jane, Amy felt a great
deal happier, and was not shut up any more,
but allowed to be with her grandmamma
and her sister Isabella. Mrs. Herbert took
the bright new guinea Amy offered her, and
160 THE CONCLUSION.

it went a long way towards helping the poor
family out of their distress. William got
gradually better, and in the course of a few
months he was seen chipping away in the
corner as fierce as ever.

Amy is now at school, under the watch-
ful eye of a kind and good governess. It
remains to be seen whether she will over-
come the habit of story-telling, and whether
the happy days she and her grandmamma
have spent together will ever return.

To those of our little readers who have
once been guilty of an untruth, our story
must speak very plainly ; and we hope the
next time they are tempted to deceive, they
will call to mind the misery Amy brought
upon herself and those around her by the
falsehood she told about the necklace.


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LD JACK: ASeaTale. With Sixty Engravings. Crown
8vo, cloth extra. Price 5s.
i Y FIRST VOYAGE TO SOUTHERN SEAS. With

Forty-two Engravings. Crown 8vo, cloth extra. Price 5s.

BY W. H. DAVENPORT ADAMS.
HE FOREST, THE JUNGLE, AND THE PRATRIE ;
or, Scenes with the Trapper and the Ifunter in many Lands.
By W. H. Davenporr ApAMs. With Seventy Tlustrations. Crown
8yo, cloth extra, gilt edges. Price 6s.

BY R. M_ BALLANTYNE.
HE YOUNG FUR-TRADERS: A Tale of the Far
North. With Illustrations. Post 8vo, cloth. Price 3s.
NGAVA: A Tale of Esquimaux Land, With Illustra-
tions. Post Svo, cloth. Price 3s.
M\HE CORAL ISLAND: A Tale of the Pacific. With
Illustrations. Post 8vo, cloth. Price 3s.
M ARTIN RATTLER; or, A Boy’s Adventures in the
)#. Forests of Brazil. With Illustrations. Post 8vo, cloth. Price 3s.
MNHE DOG CRUSOE AND HIS MASTER: A Tale of the
Western Prairies. With Illustrations. Post 8vo, cloth. Price 3s.
see GORILLA HUNTERS: A Tale of Western Africa.
With Illustrations. Post 8vo, cloth. Price 3s.
MHE WORLD OF ICE; or, Adventures in the Polar
a Regions. With Engravings. Post 8vo, cloth. Price 3s.

T. NELSON AND SONS LONDON, EDINBURGH, AND NEW YORK.
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—————

N ARY HOWITT’S POEMS OF NATURAL HIS-

TORY FOR THE YOUNG. Illustrated with upwards of One
Hundred Drawings by H. GrAcomMELxt, Illustrator of ‘‘The Bird” by
Michelet. Square 8vo, cloth, richly gilt. Price 6s. 6d.

Tux Scorsman, —‘‘ Nothing better calculated to inculcate in children
a love of nature, and sympathy for animals, could be devised than such
elegant and flowing poems. Of the illustrations it is enough to say,
that for fertility and delicacy of fancy, and elegance of execution, they
could not be surpassed.”

QIRDS AND FLOWERS, AND OTHER COUNTRY
D rurcs. By Mary Howirr. Illustrated with upwards of
One Hundred Drawings by H. GracoMELLI. Square 8vo, cloth, richly
gilt. Price 6s. 6d.

SATURDAY RevVIEW.—
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Far-off Lands. By Mary and Exizasera Kirey. With up-

wards of One Hundred and Thirty Illustrations. Small 4to, cloth,
richly gilt. Price 6s.

Tue Timrs.—‘‘ An admirable collection of adventures and incidents
in foreign lands, gleaned largely from foreign sources, and excellently
illustrated.”

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HE SEA AND ITS WONDERS. By Mary and
Exvrzapetrn Krrey. With One Hundred and Seventy-four Tlus-
trations. Small 4to, cloth, richly gilt. Price 6s.
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take to the study of Nature’s Book, this work ought to prevail.”

NELSON'S HOUSEHOLD SERIES OF STANDARD FAVOURITES.

THE WOUSEHOLD ROBINSON CRUSOE, CAREFULLY REPRINTED
FROM THE ORIGINAL EDITION.
HE LIFE AND STRANGE ADVENTURES OF
ROBINSON CRUSOE, OF YORK, MARINER. WRriTten By
HimseLtr. Wri AN INtropuctrory Memoir or DANIEL DE For, A
MeMorr oF ALEXANDER SELKIRK, AN ACCOUNT OF PETER SERRANO.
and other Interesting Additions.

Illustrated with upwards of Seventy Engravings by KreLny HAts-
WELLE, a Portrait of De Foe, a Map of Crusoe’s Island, De Foe’s
Tomb, Facsimiles of Original Title-Pages, &c. &c. Crown 8vo, cloth
extra, gilt edges. Price 6s

HE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON; or, Adventures of

a Shipwrecked Family on a Desolate Island. A New and Un-

abridged Translation. With an Introduction from the French of

CHArtes Noprer. Tllustrated with upwards of Three Hundred
Engravings. Crown 8vo, cloth extra. Price 6s.



“

The illustrations are true to nature, and

T. NELSON AND SONS, LONDON, EDINBURGH, AND NEW YORK.
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Crown 8vo. Cloth, 6s. 6d. each.

HRONICLES OF THE SCHONBERG - COTTA
FAMILY.

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and best sense of the word....We are confident that most women will
read it with keen pleasure, and that those men who take tt up will not
easily lay it down without confessing that they have gained some pure
and ennobling thoughts from the perusal.”

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of the First Century.

AtHENZUM.—‘‘ The authoress keeps up in the present story the
characteristics which have marked its predecessors; and the care shown
in reproducing the manners of the first century does not render the per-
sons either stiff or unnatural.”

IARY OF MRS. KITTY TREVYLYAN: A Story of
the Times of Whitefield and the Wesleys.

HE DRAYTONS AND THE DAVENANTS: A. Story
of the Civil Wars.

N BOTH SIDES OF THE SEA: A Story of the

Commonwealth and the Restoration.

ATINIFRED BERTRAM, AND THE WORLD SHE
LIVED IN.

HE MARTYRS OF SPAIN AND THE LIBERA-
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Costanza Cazalla.

KETCHES OF CHRISTIAN LIFE IN ENGLAND
IN THE OLDEN TIME.

TARY OF BROTHER BARTHOLOMEW, WITH
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HE VOICE OF CHRISTIAN LIFE IN SONG; or,
Hymns and Hymn Writers of Many Lands and Ages.

T. NELSON AND SONS, LONDON, EDINBURGH, AND NEW YORK.
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BY THE AUTHOR OF ‘‘COPSLEY ANNALS,” “‘ VILLAGE MISSIONARIES.”

ie HIS WAY, and Other Stories. With Coloured Fron-
tispiece and Vignette. Royal 18mo, cloth. Price 1s.
HE TWO WATCELES, and Other Stories. With Coloured
Frontispiece and Vignette. Royal 18mo, cloth. Price 1s.
Mi ATTY’S HUNGRY MISSIONARY-BOX, and Other
Stories. With Coloured Frontispiece and Vignette, and Thirty
Engravings. Royal 18mo, cloth. Price 1s.
NDER THE MICROSCOPE; or, ‘Thou shalt call me
My Father.” With Coloured Frontispiece and Vignette, and
Seventeen Engravings. Royal 18mo, cloth. Price 1s. 6d.
BY MRS. CUPPLES, AUTHOR OF ‘““THE STORY OF OUR DOLL.”
HE ADVENTURES OF MARK WILLIS. With
Coloured Frontispiece and Vignette, and Forty-five Engravings.
Royal 18mo, cloth. Price 1s. 6d.
RANDPAPA’S KEEPSAKES; or, Take Heed will Surely
Speed. With Coloured Frontispiece and Vignette, and Forty-
five Engravings. Royal 18mo, cloth. Price 1s. 6d.



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PWARDS AND DOWNWARDS, and Other Stories.
With Coloured Frontispiece and Vignette, and Four Ilustra-
tions. Royal 18mo, cloth. Price Is.
HE OLIVE-BRANCH, and Other Stories. With Coloured
Frontispiece and Vignette, and Sixteen Illustrations. Royal
18mo, cloth. Price 1s.
FRIEND IN NEED, and Other Stories. With Coloured
Frontispiece and Vignette, and Seven Illustrations. Royal 18mo,
cloth. Price 1s.
OOD FOR EVIL, and Other Stories. With Coloured
Frontispiece and Vignette, and Seven Illustrations. Royal 18mo,
cloth. Price 1s.
pee HYMN MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME, and Other
Stories. With Coloured Frontispiece and Vignette, and Twenty-
four Engravings. Royal 18mo, cloth. Price 1s.
DITH AND HER AYAH, and Other Stories. With
Coloured Frontispiece and Vignette, and Sixteen Engravings.
Royal 18mo, cloth. Price 1s.
RY AGAIN, and Other Stories. With Coloured Frontis-
piece and Vignette, and Seventeen Engravings. Royal 18mo._ 1s.
TORIES FROM THE HISTORY OF THE JEWs.
From the Babylonish Captivity to the Fall of Jerusalem. With
Coloured Frontispiece and Vignette, and Thirty Illustrations. Royal
18mo, cloth. Price 1s. 6d.
W INGS AND STINGS. With Coloured Frontispiece and

Vignette and Sixteen Engravings. Royal 18mo. Price 1s. 6d.



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'3151' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUH' 'sip-files00172.txt'
e1141cc34d2f6b0c83800fe6deeb1a34
269ab77b73914c5e1f1e5310487cfee30bac501d
'2012-05-28T01:32:59-04:00'
describe
Invalid character
'2208088' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUI' 'sip-files00088.tif'
e6e557a6c55f82a3599e2a8e287acec9
ba18529227e88529d638d85cb4ed755b90a1e42d
'2012-05-28T01:29:49-04:00'
describe
'210675' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUJ' 'sip-files00028.jpg'
08c3dbb007d7a65e9a006edbb8fd38e8
9977daf3e40e77da30e7827e4ea94eca94a9926f
'2012-05-28T01:35:40-04:00'
describe
'25937' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUK' 'sip-files00173thm.jpg'
92bb07a6220636f1a0c19b787aad767d
28026182882d99893d43b00683c36df485d5aac8
describe
'957' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUL' 'sip-files00147.txt'
d1e9531d375911111001140d6c0902eb
c656017fb066eae1a71ea0e164365f717bc5b063
describe
'24259' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUM' 'sip-files00108.pro'
f51713737e39c174e1fe9fba191c25bf
a3d33e88f6c548e8cd0b4cf74e7c33290eb131ce
'2012-05-28T01:34:42-04:00'
describe
'73517' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUN' 'sip-files00156.QC.jpg'
1b5401df4dccb0602771aba9687e555e
bafdcffd544f7c4c83fe78e5a35b9577d078da56
'2012-05-28T01:31:18-04:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUO' 'sip-files00012.pro'
edf39e316905de4163854d8d4a912df7
5fc952a78c2e59eae0fff3863483ab3ff5aae61a
'2012-05-28T01:32:18-04:00'
describe
'70315' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUP' 'sip-files00005.jpg'
a69138d6fbe4d1a6662c4e2da49f7416
88d988f852d74e92a1cccea1c56714b49e03ef31
'2012-05-28T01:35:30-04:00'
describe
'11094' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUQ' 'sip-files00040.pro'
59f5779fbbeedff96b26ac43c173de46
6a948a73bbe36c61d9697531593b798e90e0c4e5
'2012-05-28T01:35:37-04:00'
describe
'54864' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUR' 'sip-files00174.pro'
a2558eceea05a037c46bbf6ca042ccab
39d11b3bb6c4cd2bdc3c38ef30ecac0476f0e2e2
'2012-05-28T01:30:57-04:00'
describe
'23074' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUS' 'sip-files00111.pro'
d2d850f3a9dcab0c21e420bed7211026
013d805d57ccef2449093fc6aa0b9078ce342f0d
'2012-05-28T01:29:41-04:00'
describe
'269117' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUT' 'sip-files00023.jp2'
a869832166460c8324487cd5f7355509
e81ea743f14dea44b542ba307348191d0e930c0a
'2012-05-28T01:29:35-04:00'
describe
'271616' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUU' 'sip-files00155.jp2'
2ee50db64655ffea7b28b86dcf361f1c
05fc9e31d58504b2a38b8e640f6024a36e66fbb5
'2012-05-28T01:32:06-04:00'
describe
'271179' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUV' 'sip-files00161.jp2'
7294f49c5ebe26be14a9238fa96c1626
066b15c2e1a502376adf9fd9a6f7e9f282805109
'2012-05-28T01:34:11-04:00'
describe
'74135' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUW' 'sip-files00148.QC.jpg'
65c9f53f1fcb48e9815e1da7e1ac0468
4b86091fc2bb7651f5ddbf0704a80ecae9cc6d9e
'2012-05-28T01:32:52-04:00'
describe
'24561' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUX' 'sip-files00110thm.jpg'
7151b8361e4ede1c7e7f533f83b72212
3d8bd1dbf778555f356f860c8e7eb1695645145a
'2012-05-28T01:31:52-04:00'
describe
'27442' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUY' 'sip-files00074thm.jpg'
248ade7dc02ce8c0f9e49290d72f945f
7b2dbf86d6bb5d70daa5a59f36b143764646afbf
'2012-05-28T01:29:55-04:00'
describe
'70785' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHUZ' 'sip-files00122.QC.jpg'
43e6d0c91cd6f2dcd0e8a539836d84ef
1246515fdaf95d21ac232f31d63555b18eb8e57b
'2012-05-28T01:35:11-04:00'
describe
'259860' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVA' 'sip-files00038.jp2'
ad394ec59bf763d6653c630d3a20eeed
89ba031ec6da470e069cdf01b18396fc94d6ce68
'2012-05-28T01:29:48-04:00'
describe
'215219' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVB' 'sip-files00096.jpg'
8b8a542d09554e463bd614b703fa87a4
fbf8758a1243518a2cf8204d583c28b3d2d49682
describe
'24461' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVC' 'sip-files00134.pro'
2206c3c74192d9a8922735f0b8a1ad73
527faf15c5e5bc3887057359fee708b8cb7e0a49
describe
'197809' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVD' 'sip-files00008.jpg'
2fd1d2b698b1e53092be1ea93dba2ae7
e8210df37d86334d6b402840f0ecdd5127779dc4
'2012-05-28T01:33:35-04:00'
describe
'193997' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVE' 'sip-files00076.jpg'
38423ea283f4f0a60bff1a3aa291586d
970dd22d907a1abecf21545a2f224cecab612356
'2012-05-28T01:31:23-04:00'
describe
'27370' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVF' 'sip-files00086thm.jpg'
a8f868e44f9479b191f6a66dd0a74a97
c0dbc8d947838f639951dac1f649d6b5248bf356
'2012-05-28T01:32:08-04:00'
describe
'268223' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVG' 'sip-files00014.jp2'
9c4db9de52230771ee0dd6a24c8b3f08
420f3286549e30acb2f82544b56bd9f5a0ee12a7
'2012-05-28T01:33:34-04:00'
describe
'25475' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVH' 'sip-files00130thm.jpg'
a0e33f3b294f4362d360a5409a4de742
b5a4152752bb32daef29fb37c7b38e4d62381ff9
'2012-05-28T01:31:44-04:00'
describe
'268953' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVI' 'sip-files00074.jp2'
ebbb47a1d7264136564a123ad283ac29
7c9dcc065d159671286cfd6de0ac105784a904e5
'2012-05-28T01:30:52-04:00'
describe
'24163' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVJ' 'sip-files00008thm.jpg'
7edf6e797d069c7aa118ef0eb971e303
6340e084689527c589c042210d69d0262f29d3cd
'2012-05-28T01:31:03-04:00'
describe
'28692' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVK' 'sip-files00018thm.jpg'
1a0bdd5784ba47a9aa53f213b5847cc0
ff3c09b0dd19c705a1e48babce0acdd969bdce9f
'2012-05-28T01:35:02-04:00'
describe
'261255' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVL' 'sip-files00045.jp2'
6372b7409be233983ef2412beb2ad98d
76a9905680b996da5ea809a6d92b50635cb3fe36
describe
'7854' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVM' 'sip-files00165.pro'
c5e46b09592c32d1d64f9ffd08180de1
ef59945623bc791d6ade0232b19a265d95662639
'2012-05-28T01:30:07-04:00'
describe
'2158660' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVN' 'sip-files00153.tif'
a38ae1d09d064e92ff0e40e9aee434fb
e557c155e3e9f0eb5ee52eae58b86844d790851f
'2012-05-28T01:35:47-04:00'
describe
'23504' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVO' 'sip-files00058.pro'
592394e3e76cbab2475481456e6a770e
766c633cb1c5b5929d34b345f057c37e1234b47e
'2012-05-28T01:29:42-04:00'
describe
'271411' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVP' 'sip-files00081.jp2'
c234e782557843cd0ee08db09b1d6f8d
876a4fda48e4d78a07dd139189b09aa96f29e181
'2012-05-28T01:32:53-04:00'
describe
'74008' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVQ' 'sip-files00171.QC.jpg'
2ad297c2a9fc92c45fddb47a7e35bc0e
75d075e0007457994d7cbdc42017e6eab08bfdac
'2012-05-28T01:34:17-04:00'
describe
'213848' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVR' 'sip-files00097.jpg'
717ea51dedd9b985f257bd67b5064c69
ff386ae8454b3bbaa198d30b5394c629a4b1c408
'2012-05-28T01:35:31-04:00'
describe
'202107' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVS' 'sip-files00034.jpg'
d0fb1a46f14cbeb739afa22a47f36ac6
b08a508bf5dbb3d3045b373ccca40d3dd30ddc9d
describe
'111459' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVT' 'sip-files00002.jpg'
09851ef92b02c0cb04973ffa58c3e0d2
9bbba521b5c168327f27357139c5bb8143e75220
'2012-05-28T01:30:35-04:00'
describe
'267483' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVU' 'sip-files00163.jp2'
33a8e12a1bb893c167334cb07566e253
c8a05cd4f73cd37279bc665fa2a8d79d8e8d77f9
'2012-05-28T01:33:18-04:00'
describe
'26714' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVV' 'sip-files00076thm.jpg'
5efd7878d329edeb729f16b68018dfd9
a528f11807f8ee02ed8b0d3afc41b21af6c5a8ca
'2012-05-28T01:29:38-04:00'
describe
'265504' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVW' 'sip-files00013.jp2'
f822916f4d18a14e6081a60588226753
117d444b0b63feaecef0f8c27a5f8d1dbe76c160
'2012-05-28T01:32:35-04:00'
describe
'1028' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVX' 'sip-files00097.txt'
88f30737319935267f00671afd712cf6
60cf1dffe05c4d47cc6e5a049ced3c64219f61bd
'2012-05-28T01:34:49-04:00'
describe
'27555' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVY' 'sip-files00121thm.jpg'
edc264cf447fb0e0c01b22ce4b69034d
adeb6ee4860ff5e0ff14d8aa89e5cb5ffade1942
'2012-05-28T01:31:30-04:00'
describe
'268888' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHVZ' 'sip-files00089.jp2'
220e2bfe652c16537b45c0f107f88a17
4e163b7624a2995283ef36c60e571a63a27f886f
'2012-05-28T01:31:36-04:00'
describe
'400' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWA' 'sip-files00154.txt'
a9d700f57a845f5a82e87d5f2aa2db44
26008ca70b3520658aaf3bdb54c5771cfcfe0de1
'2012-05-28T01:29:43-04:00'
describe
'209309' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWB' 'sip-files00027.jpg'
5fa4b87b3094fed8b2859e3c8556e74d
cd3a77b1d6f45b59206f47b32db083767133e31f
'2012-05-28T01:34:26-04:00'
describe
'2101804' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWC' 'sip-files00064.tif'
ab237831b29124d6b1cc27458d453dbf
608d904754c4fddb52b324a11c85a1566096144f
'2012-05-28T01:30:34-04:00'
describe
'28208' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWD' 'sip-files00098thm.jpg'
2862bd4e6399490182ed59fb08cb5bd5
fbddaf98b03e38c174ea552dc77895ffeb07c4a1
'2012-05-28T01:35:14-04:00'
describe
'45103' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWE' 'sip-files00011.QC.jpg'
e789b8c89c5029244fa2b850fbfd659a
b0db9aab4e3570a05556b386298d222359d4fcba
'2012-05-28T01:34:59-04:00'
describe
'72466' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWF' 'sip-files00034.QC.jpg'
991568d4b091ace0a7a6673af5f35590
438b94a7c4e5b554580f857a198d7c015a0bbe70
'2012-05-28T01:34:07-04:00'
describe
'24192' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWG' 'sip-files00028.pro'
34d9ef381575ff5a2821d74abd7c1b76
2266fd4368edb41dc966683b9d8d9e0ab85778d8
'2012-05-28T01:30:08-04:00'
describe
'954' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWH' 'sip-files00132.txt'
2cdbf09aa89ab96f7ccf4802b23d569e
46691e1b1206f742cae3f3b0bd91617a77c26981
describe
'25564' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWI' 'sip-files00126.pro'
e6411186284720844bca72922f145a9d
b029df86488a4096db212ce2b14122d5c20a7ceb
'2012-05-28T01:33:54-04:00'
describe
'2115096' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWJ' 'sip-files00026.tif'
921e22a5a1baaa5627683612a1847a26
26de1b9f9597c667872b31cc8c726c4426a02f67
'2012-05-28T01:33:33-04:00'
describe
'269567' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWK' 'sip-files00168.jp2'
d16d941427839d8f84423eaab2c71581
15e40aa3b939f768c7c369991fd70025f4d4f95c
describe
'2130436' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWL' 'sip-files00179.tif'
7e5f4af4835fab8bdd537eaedf089c3e
5a1a2b209c281892f472e071d1343970018df6a7
'2012-05-28T01:32:51-04:00'
describe
'968' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWM' 'sip-files00018.txt'
74dcd791f95d77669b6e8be188304fb9
df7e067b25241bffd944116447993e0a2205efd7
'2012-05-28T01:31:46-04:00'
describe
'181262' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWN' 'sip-files00143.jpg'
feea456ee90567bade4d38610a3da648
a3fa5e964eab15e9745b246b79da260b63c27099
'2012-05-28T01:34:41-04:00'
describe
'22794' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWO' 'sip-files00075.pro'
bf70e385ca7daefac2084edd4d203c80
f9a8a724da1147748c6e9bb179689715e26a0513
'2012-05-28T01:30:53-04:00'
describe
'2043600' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWP' 'sip-files00005.tif'
50635e5134815a24fb40ab91755e745c
0165ca1e88e94fd6b9c87929a2583612f7537c5f
'2012-05-28T01:30:21-04:00'
describe
'141525' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWQ' 'sip-files00062.jpg'
e54e9cb33486d624a09ce6e29f6f0f0a
515d790a7ac5707b7e8eba188dfc6988f51df480
'2012-05-28T01:33:57-04:00'
describe
'2214664' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWR' 'sip-files00169.tif'
c09a7c258693ae6484d496cde9e6516a
cfa6d290d8d9de88fe0709c9ecbaa687be81c229
'2012-05-28T01:33:26-04:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWS' 'sip-files00142.txt'
ede99fe06db88911763bab04845a032c
f3e70d5ed615a7372b1af517734edf729eb2a0eb
'2012-05-28T01:35:09-04:00'
describe
'197254' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWT' 'sip-files00105.jpg'
f29ae646e952eee0112ce5a8ffa5edbb
0a25235dc1eb80328e60e6441c840dc98e19fb42
'2012-05-28T01:32:54-04:00'
describe
'273184' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWU' 'sip-files00128.jp2'
266cfa9e795d53f4f5241b9d0bec5989
d1d7aaa152c11cfadf8235baa39b24e4f65b323a
'2012-05-28T01:35:12-04:00'
describe
'2114752' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWV' 'sip-files00020.tif'
20da9ecb9bb7cfe515ce919117486924
92e393cf8d4479eb15084e3b770c8f505dac88c1
'2012-05-28T01:34:52-04:00'
describe
'66094' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWW' 'sip-files00143.QC.jpg'
8c722dffee9d3628b3970607e6ecf623
1b4d7342246af5eb069672c8ecf7c3ebdc17b681
'2012-05-28T01:32:09-04:00'
describe
'24885' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWX' 'sip-files00118.pro'
827583e8fbf80fd9cdaf385a988a9296
8a427f4c06db5e6c275ff7ff3197b1f029089266
'2012-05-28T01:33:40-04:00'
describe
'268271' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWY' 'sip-files00068.jp2'
181a4e665f63b3367e2c5715ab3d2c1e
5389d68e2c7d46f2d10a0cbf4a6b4455b619d0d5
'2012-05-28T01:33:44-04:00'
describe
'3983' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHWZ' 'sip-files00009.pro'
c71e35bf15f159f3e482e6d82d5f269e
d9414167ca8191650b8d0565bca8643b0ef1fcb2
describe
'257279' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXA' 'sip-files00042.jp2'
8145f7cce6ae057e24715b623e5168d6
8041aca58390f5375c54af8fba58e5abf5ac2244
'2012-05-28T01:33:03-04:00'
describe
'275033' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXB' 'sip-files00130.jp2'
3c9cdf398043f98a91979c524a8d16fc
2e4b1bff70dec22dd39545325a9da392d83b9bbb
'2012-05-28T01:31:11-04:00'
describe
'71839' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXC' 'sip-files00116.QC.jpg'
c3308bcd0e534488ab04af896cb55c34
786b83a73a2960afe426ec48fa1f0138c1762f90
'2012-05-28T01:33:04-04:00'
describe
'268149' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXD' 'sip-files00121.jp2'
4e2d94cf42801fa95cb24555bde0d90c
4373beaf201b9c2a234a76d46c0423a38d8d2fef
'2012-05-28T01:29:50-04:00'
describe
'269601' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXE' 'sip-files00051.jp2'
dc1a191518263be9cfbd8eb46aceb29a
581d7d5572ba5d0cda2751bcb885b6d2ecbed749
'2012-05-28T01:33:47-04:00'
describe
'28978' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXF' 'sip-files00038thm.jpg'
de6eb608634ad7a305239a182198074c
f858289f60f129817d5d0d02705b7957915df567
describe
'720' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXG' 'sip-files00051.txt'
bcebec058383200d7d46bc37601552f8
50097166cb0eaa09f838d1eae23f39b20951fd7c
'2012-05-28T01:30:19-04:00'
describe
'2110496' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXH' 'sip-files00028.tif'
330be5a79ccd930964d73ca29283ec51
55f3e2bca650ee5f9bcf276f302d15ff6cc785db
'2012-05-28T01:30:36-04:00'
describe
'261087' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXI' 'sip-files00064.jp2'
5301a929cd0e92ac8acc29670fd0dce2
3cad15194e8c292d8965972be12353be11a29bd6
'2012-05-28T01:31:28-04:00'
describe
'76243' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXJ' 'sip-files00167.QC.jpg'
29c84aeba73fff0248ba9593c9b72c07
79141156a7cad6ca215335692de198c60e6341ab
'2012-05-28T01:32:31-04:00'
describe
'212341' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXK' 'sip-files00030.jpg'
6d5ca92fc9b2b56e5e441ecd2b0af9a7
39837e47ed7167f50affc6c58abba785da4997b4
'2012-05-28T01:29:56-04:00'
describe
'466' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXL' 'sip-files00040.txt'
acf6c21af2c9ed2b59a14e07fcf0a8e2
8b2668fe8491a2aaad57f882245cd6120b7d456a
'2012-05-28T01:33:22-04:00'
describe
'68967' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXM' 'sip-files00102.QC.jpg'
bdf7c11bc5dca7adc99d9b2150553ffb
0293fad378b37fa66821815974e8048fe09494b1
'2012-05-28T01:31:16-04:00'
describe
'267963' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXN' 'sip-files00143.jp2'
1a9d3c4f502e994486bf2f58ddb47034
200e5192a2949936851a301032b5cce77968548a
'2012-05-28T01:33:20-04:00'
describe
'2123448' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXO' 'sip-files00056.tif'
a272ae1be727efda65a17222516f9427
7bbe807f5aadc913967ef8a94cba359c91a1d21a
'2012-05-28T01:32:05-04:00'
describe
'6521376' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXP' 'sip-files00002.tif'
ce95dff39c499974f8dcf2a211d36eb5
41a8c4684afef49d0f7059c5822a5867303c9f35
describe
'976' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXQ' 'sip-files00149.txt'
5b36e673fa3a38e9a2b61d5f0fa49378
abfbd54e2a5bbf3b87058d530189b3b385e9a140
'2012-05-28T01:32:11-04:00'
describe
'271257' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXR' 'sip-files00102.jp2'
3a6b55635d8dcb82a32f07d3f1375f59
e4905efb905b9c622524cc8776f7e9e41d45e0e4
'2012-05-28T01:34:25-04:00'
describe
'912' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXS' 'sip-files00146.txt'
039d5d2f983d1cb98fa4364b8bad9339
daa2abbb66dd0d4382cc53923e008468435f164f
describe
'2155916' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXT' 'sip-files00143.tif'
f662c797bed9268b1ed183859853b855
e0b8338dca240f58acbb08f6c75dfa26a2b4a47f
'2012-05-28T01:31:14-04:00'
describe
'202339' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXU' 'sip-files00055.jpg'
bab7965693d8c5c6b8a92542290a0cfd
eeab40f44d8ecb4bc265eb951ed8f15651813de7
describe
'6163612' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXV' 'sip-files00008.tif'
1a37b0729895cf3cc41bf47cac3a15ed
752c18692868cae2969797d83b9916898d115860
'2012-05-28T01:34:22-04:00'
describe
'193154' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXW' 'sip-files00021.jpg'
56eee71205a4a93f011b4f6b06064d56
ee5a8459272c21cf44a00fc2bc0aa9846b3a47a1
describe
'186865' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXX' 'sip-files00078.jpg'
1fa42d4dc788c1b9acb2dcadf215a0c3
81a9a76eb1fe419e66440f14b113a3c9ddf194ce
describe
'29292' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXY' 'sip-files00064thm.jpg'
7011b2b1652bc37bc150d6836d5fe07d
2609b264c771aa0eefa1fadafccadb4d17705f21
describe
'2074216' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHXZ' 'sip-files00046.tif'
7cd78884d38858270f277648e3d4b677
a0d9e43411c6ab6f3b7c198d5a37362ec9dbd5f5
'2012-05-28T01:31:37-04:00'
describe
'891' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYA' 'sip-files00121.txt'
32ac491ddb0f32dcfe79f46c5eb8c2cd
ae1af69f1b8a7170d64ddd703ec111e37118fdbc
'2012-05-28T01:30:45-04:00'
describe
'271170' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYB' 'sip-files00133.jp2'
69a39a031951de9834147bfb696d15dd
5697d8573be0d2fc8f325b39f20eb4cebaf641e0
describe
'210010' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYC' 'sip-files00039.jpg'
df0381f0050f35e11743f70664a15abf
0020eea478bad0ee49fa0311a32fc849b53579e3
'2012-05-28T01:32:36-04:00'
describe
'2174780' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYD' 'sip-files00138.tif'
addb462efd964cafd1f47e27225aac2a
9b99614513f42ba381e5fde2a28a47a433a4dba9
describe
'210788' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYE' 'sip-files00167.jpg'
632d1a38675f2a0ef621733ed3d84253
535e237fae26e901a8b98418f98d44f432246641
describe
'24353' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYF' 'sip-files00099thm.jpg'
0a82c5dcbb756181bb44b68f8b89f39f
9a0f8843b2d5e1ee4660ca785aa78e1de34e6d64
'2012-05-28T01:35:28-04:00'
describe
'2650' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYG' 'sip-files00170.txt'
b320087e8d827e979fe4db82f4415bbd
6caf0fb3d3fb34790f8f93fb9e3fd928aa7f706d
'2012-05-28T01:29:52-04:00'
describe
'184451' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYH' 'sip-files00015.jpg'
5e4c8d59ddbc574224376b0e414d8d01
a61938bef5a595a6ac7b15e0484c52159c0f26f9
'2012-05-28T01:34:35-04:00'
describe
'266813' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYI' 'sip-files00054.jp2'
528af207d24e6ed5d7218e265b900fdf
d35886072ee36fdd3d6337210f9cc826f0e40ff8
'2012-05-28T01:30:26-04:00'
describe
'10816' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYJ' 'sip-files00099.pro'
180a5c090f437e6d2f4e42c75e54bf07
3e67d6a94086ff2642bf1db620a3d54acd6de1cd
describe
'2162712' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYK' 'sip-files00018.tif'
dc38904fc4d51088fc4eec6c2b89d242
f3ee64d14e2f0f7fb2ebe33d7b19150f9c33abee
'2012-05-28T01:30:23-04:00'
describe
'265053' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYL' 'sip-files00095.jp2'
311ecee9024c7e308e0c0155d8ff34e3
116d473f99e16b846ace884a84ca52bfd210e238
'2012-05-28T01:35:32-04:00'
describe
'1518' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYM' 'sip-files00008.pro'
44beab507ebced80f3bd319f1f510a8d
ea90b4d50d383519901493d5a3ba9eb424900935
'2012-05-28T01:29:54-04:00'
describe
'965' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYN' 'sip-files00108.txt'
f5ea10787d7c5fc0ddd4aea01e1169b9
b347ce1c2f68da21a93127f1cb31188a3f2cf81f
'2012-05-28T01:33:02-04:00'
describe
'23901' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYO' 'sip-files00117.pro'
9e1fa11ef7558a792f534312b8c9a165
26cdabea29bc368e4954d324a3e6295bdd728892
'2012-05-28T01:35:39-04:00'
describe
'26564' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYP' 'sip-files00171thm.jpg'
366b1d40bbd629f933cbf9657e0b63f6
f84329ddbaff620623bf953e003767e6ed647a07
'2012-05-28T01:30:12-04:00'
describe
'72210' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYQ' 'sip-files00056.QC.jpg'
e914dd207bb82900c7a37295572fb4f1
898a51903c36e0b63182c4e8b1e756bfe506c4f8
'2012-05-28T01:35:42-04:00'
describe
'26596' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYR' 'sip-files00176thm.jpg'
7c559d9c4ceed1855d1ef191f7b63c83
1b4b6a922cb57f1e24ee8b093e79337c02502e0f
'2012-05-28T01:30:11-04:00'
describe
'28180' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYS' 'sip-files00060thm.jpg'
61dc583513e0dcbb1c78f7fec035e526
2a26588e7f44352919e66095d5828ad701dbbb0b
'2012-05-28T01:30:14-04:00'
describe
'72924' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYT' 'sip-files00095.QC.jpg'
f4e794fe59f9532b946cfc850cd256b8
421fffaba03b31b7e59c0102e22b6872e98d9ca2
'2012-05-28T01:32:43-04:00'
describe
'27117' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYU' 'sip-files00061thm.jpg'
3cfb2e56224131059c3c03be5a11b890
b707a41681a70e77a857c351d67020084dcea670
'2012-05-28T01:31:25-04:00'
describe
'24425' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYV' 'sip-files00153.pro'
8ed57c6698cbf3c80b9e0a166f6f363b
2f6996ba5e08550d99f28d677f4425eebe4ec9ba
'2012-05-28T01:29:45-04:00'
describe
'32' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYW' 'sip-filesprocessing.instr'
87f261b179538455ecd21fc73ae1a804
aa91ec15c89ed9c35d6cc98d6f3162ffbd9e982a
describe
'72587' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYX' 'sip-files00147.QC.jpg'
14c64bb2f39be6f606baaff0981f1e81
0af5ff3bd62101e51f39baff2d27d1a3e464b784
'2012-05-28T01:30:29-04:00'
describe
'910' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYY' 'sip-files00055.txt'
f59e478222c4a9b7182a7e3b41d00013
d5b722178e131bdc7fb7f9354b2328c5c9618611
'2012-05-28T01:34:34-04:00'
describe
'202504' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHYZ' 'sip-files00092.jpg'
bb914d1de4766eae494733a7bdaf4808
16531144facb776918a47dc7cd101b3035fd04f9
'2012-05-28T01:35:18-04:00'
describe
'553' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZA' 'sip-files00093.txt'
d71d3ac947c67c1f4b400c25d576fb87
3f82042edc4320232c69d4f9dad9c0239138c43f
'2012-05-28T01:31:51-04:00'
describe
'199294' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZB' 'sip-files00043.jpg'
e91842f1cf9037a0e0faeba67eaec072
a27b435c449c5e6ce1581105b236085444b4a48f
'2012-05-28T01:33:28-04:00'
describe
'211297' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZC' 'sip-files00036.jpg'
ce1dc8ec423b043553d9f4c45d993a24
fe02e56061c51b045deacc7658dde744feb696ab
'2012-05-28T01:33:37-04:00'
describe
'23228' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZD' 'sip-files00050thm.jpg'
20a9b9500845bce1ec4afe8ab9b039c2
5e14af19241f7ce7191641f61e8224c0d1d333dc
describe
'264238' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZE' 'sip-files00035.jp2'
e7e9b83732da3642c041fbb2a5eba262
51fa53e47063de613854ed70b14bb4dab039a7f7
describe
'25806' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZF' 'sip-files00027.pro'
b59bc3227d76836d2960837576e70bbf
a88bccf26d20de322eb939af4e3c20c4f0739199
'2012-05-28T01:35:22-04:00'
describe
'2142276' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZG' 'sip-files00080.tif'
0b1fe5e4006e825e15593f20da319b93
71a975e6b4c82d67a6a39fd4b429054dfe85c9c1
'2012-05-28T01:30:33-04:00'
describe
'75106' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZH' 'sip-files00168.QC.jpg'
16e3a939a6ca5d3daa587004c263e99f
006cdd06434493070c9e4b967b50e4a64ee83ff7
'2012-05-28T01:35:50-04:00'
describe
'266120' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZI' 'sip-files00149.jp2'
bb921714b9d3e1999e7b8526650099bc
524c5c8a6e5f77f6db1e8b455228fa86a283017c
'2012-05-28T01:34:58-04:00'
describe
'2186388' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZJ' 'sip-files00155.tif'
4d0e2829bae396f4c9ced37b64dc46f2
c7a377b288983d460c78211eccfaaad497b052bf
'2012-05-28T01:34:31-04:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZK' 'sip-files00104.txt'
650ca56c1e9ee3a1c09d26649909c4a0
b626744015936c22f9f4a3597043d9210a5f1b1e
'2012-05-28T01:30:44-04:00'
describe
'257614' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZL' 'sip-files00046.jp2'
2b54fd0d088e792f5cb3d233fed13b1e
691c3e2062ad6d0eb72cd059016c113ea371f021
'2012-05-28T01:33:14-04:00'
describe
'6885' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZM' 'sip-files00135.pro'
19cd1e563aaa3840429690a18e8a5038
e98c0a7c4b2a533299937ca6a3080b954ed5696a
'2012-05-28T01:32:50-04:00'
describe
'268647' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZN' 'sip-files00049.jp2'
dd80703fdcc1c64d687ab1556e285aab
363ebd0b3f8a00e29d8e32920fa4fb9bc5d07df5
'2012-05-28T01:31:34-04:00'
describe
'25387' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZO' 'sip-files00156.pro'
a5147a157bd79771a51af8795bb6e8b2
a628495d863645b07a469a6fd91dd6139e621b53
'2012-05-28T01:35:03-04:00'
describe
'2091980' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZP' 'sip-files00038.tif'
eb15f27ac106047008afd8d38d0e72d3
a0793cba5a2574eb5dd7b7e3d6ab6b6964866ab6
'2012-05-28T01:34:23-04:00'
describe
'196313' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZQ' 'sip-files00082.jpg'
38988e7e86c15a1b2349e6a9f88a5fbc
8bae4d24848a62c8327ab8a88c00682a009b1364
'2012-05-28T01:31:01-04:00'
describe
'200243' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZR' 'sip-files00025.jpg'
339682674d6734181db36becb3b31f9e
1058ef5601c58aedfba0f037733add06758645af
describe
'207927' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZS' 'sip-files00026.jpg'
4459841088bdb0c2bb85ea01073e21bb
d5470a5ec1a8bdb993997e84dd4272f083d925f7
'2012-05-28T01:30:28-04:00'
describe
'270435' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZT' 'sip-files00078.jp2'
b9daa8afbbc4d417bc291aec30604594
7a4fb704a6ac90a72496ab93c800b14dd924b528
'2012-05-28T01:31:58-04:00'
describe
'14465' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZU' 'sip-files00015.pro'
f15020312b9f915de31fecb2b73e87d6
cb98911a7b9ad9e85192fc08a0a54e81805bb04f
describe
'28849' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZV' 'sip-files00037thm.jpg'
199c6caa4ca92b78d8a084aca3c04a43
fb67d5e91f9dcb8039df7f59286a159d5d2ce371
'2012-05-28T01:34:40-04:00'
describe
'74347' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZW' 'sip-files00055.QC.jpg'
ede342ebaba3419d0bc5c5e5a0c395af
a76d6713e803623eb1ecf4fc707c57bb32db9e4e
'2012-05-28T01:33:17-04:00'
describe
'24321' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZX' 'sip-files00160.pro'
461f477c49c51ceebc872bb1a5572b1f
bb7854f2aabd45fb8e29371b7943686f4e43b620
describe
'270243' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZY' 'sip-files00072.jp2'
2889199a09c2b0246d9f4a34ee340cd9
52bb99fa03721cced9e6bb9ef2e7eb9ab55c6b74
'2012-05-28T01:34:03-04:00'
describe
'270689' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABHZZ' 'sip-files00141.jp2'
9cba5926718bd05964aeebcead2eedbb
5152da69c23c07ea4ab223a176bcbda94b2ae655
describe
'22141' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAA' 'sip-files00121.pro'
e5c59f7a8d3ca4885e2ee6c4e74526a7
57079301e2f9f711f0418da3ef66f4a86f1456fd
describe
'75435' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAB' 'sip-files00016.QC.jpg'
ecb721fa8dc9eb148b3f1154706a37bb
bcecca549aa3a0aeddf1aaea607c7c6afd83b651
'2012-05-28T01:31:56-04:00'
describe
'49892' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAC' 'sip-files00062.QC.jpg'
84b0e4eaee0e70c558ff907650314971
8f0dfe04cfa69e99639d58defbec3ee7b03b1b31
describe
'226847' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAD' 'sip-files00175.jpg'
42e175d39e72d45badc7b336a25bb6ae
81caec42295aa5a905adc7f4844b366a48e93629
describe
'26547' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAE' 'sip-files00078thm.jpg'
1da19199e757077171a4ffcd00410bba
3d2dd56243cf75bc5ce12119377547c635438b06
'2012-05-28T01:32:48-04:00'
describe
'23285' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAF' 'sip-files00083.pro'
8d1ef175f1dfe1881da31f686db5592b
c1a03d7492f25e8088dfe60191e239b55ac83892
'2012-05-28T01:33:27-04:00'
describe
'28037' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAG' 'sip-files00022thm.jpg'
c90384f7ff890c9fdc4b494d7df86101
98efe67f959854b0ee7dca74770faf010553b612
describe
'536' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAH' 'sip-files00062.txt'
00b8ca535e279837b73a0f33a1131c3d
e523e719ebb962e5b36f4b0f76291029cc78356a
'2012-05-28T01:34:54-04:00'
describe
'2111872' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAI' 'sip-files00031.tif'
1785d3b89152f1bee74386f155e2d1d8
ed9e15c9752376aef57b01020c5649099a1b2139
'2012-05-28T01:31:08-04:00'
describe
'274624' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAJ' 'sip-files00075.jp2'
4386a9d62450cb686c060e470ed14efc
cee29bd59ac19b9416caf88e04da33b0be299ae4
'2012-05-28T01:30:10-04:00'
describe
'23623' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAK' 'sip-files00136.pro'
10feacd0e48241dee3b5365de09887c6
1355887b02d4b78aee6efa8264965d2d9794fc41
describe
'448' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAL' 'sip-files00011.txt'
8ac05c4f29406168264c8efaafabfba6
2d668ec6856dd572266cf7a8f932e3d2677c3575
describe
'193912' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAM' 'sip-files00141.jpg'
803420e6c4defdc0afca3419a21a3f3d
ba75f862e628e6d62efc44681d95e9cfd1827a4e
'2012-05-28T01:31:49-04:00'
describe
'270968' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAN' 'sip-files00058.jp2'
a342a72d1e7e55a87444281d7ec68ce8
03c298527120d7618f540489350dbc72f0d1fdc9
describe
'71166' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAO' 'sip-files00176.QC.jpg'
9e2dd1ea7187711d2f82f826004a11c3
54ef349d21e4845cbbf1fe26adf0e6c8830beb34
'2012-05-28T01:30:04-04:00'
describe
'34100' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAP' 'sip-files00081.QC.jpg'
0e06c119ede7bf2befae973792d83a57
91dc35fbb8e7a8a1f58e096461da94b4fdea7740
'2012-05-28T01:31:10-04:00'
describe
'22628' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAQ' 'sip-files00053.pro'
4015c371605f4e2f574c834a87874a96
d850f3ef3754be6ecd478034d161973a09a0f91b
'2012-05-28T01:35:43-04:00'
describe
'271416' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAR' 'sip-files00100.jp2'
fdcc966dfeb1347ef0a3142be520a8ad
1b7cd4446e005b0729c97f6c36abe1364b385222
'2012-05-28T01:33:55-04:00'
describe
'2184236' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAS' 'sip-files00067.tif'
fe2819c8b8418a531efb7720668a9c81
df2a3533c3ea783b4f48f098ddc6d7cf6def1a40
describe
'205483' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAT' 'sip-files00084.jpg'
a754e43ebfe2da17d93c24151b9af879
1a8ebc2ea76085f87a269c186a08c304169b1d82
'2012-05-28T01:32:39-04:00'
describe
'267728' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAU' 'sip-files00063.jp2'
0ed1de6a7726057f21ecc0fb0c139cd8
39298b2e6b3f500cf2da8d4bb14299e04076e3cb
describe
'29010' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAV' 'sip-files00042thm.jpg'
54b3866b21409b72e306dc94a9a83fa6
6ff6ee060833e0375b0952895b5180e04499e7ab
describe
'2166560' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAW' 'sip-files00023.tif'
a3b833a95ca4fa2fc4b38c36cc86d587
9094ee8efb0263499bb0668429bae620c78f8b92
'2012-05-28T01:32:38-04:00'
describe
'27869' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAX' 'sip-files00117thm.jpg'
d7b7a587f4109904455a5fa32e5861ad
121fd8b094f137dc4f2833739e21367e0e73eda5
'2012-05-28T01:31:39-04:00'
describe
'19687' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAY' 'sip-files00062thm.jpg'
158a55d509904051a058387ad131d1ef
0ddf93303fce8e20111ec62980fbcb10b4987bc3
describe
'88642' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIAZ' 'sip-files00013.jpg'
b62f870ca4839a0f35724c2d303073c8
e7b5712c4b41510da48a720bf8f6e0592a3c6311
describe
'527' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBA' 'sip-files00145.txt'
39aae3302fbec9e020444caa5769fe8f
39580c4051155f1d300fe2c209f7bf9fe577886e
'2012-05-28T01:33:46-04:00'
describe
'72844' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBB' 'sip-files00174.QC.jpg'
c9efebb36a3ba8197dd7976aaa5db391
8915137999b37aa7a0748f5ff31d0625273f09c9
describe
'948' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBC' 'sip-files00098.txt'
bf9a7195d9c0b66981d71824cdfddb5d
a52578b17e91c6931b6770b9858cd1cdd7e1e493
'2012-05-28T01:30:51-04:00'
describe
'931' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBD' 'sip-files00024.txt'
92cdb9405bddcc9e3446b6b04df83213
61a1be1ffe5d3f454493f3e2f307801815428c60
'2012-05-28T01:32:57-04:00'
describe
'2180120' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBE' 'sip-files00061.tif'
ec9870afe1083f22cae8cce0af25b1d5
db907c4f56f2c27d19ab780b133ff52ba07e98bf
describe
'275506' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBF' 'sip-files00166.jp2'
b6bfa35673d26f0acc8935de3e87ddc6
e1f7809fb5933bb5b91f63c2877bbaa3262a2256
describe
'2154260' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBG' 'sip-files00063.tif'
726a6817a3f735f82b00029c06aad7a1
faa68276953baf38cf431446b92dbf6f58176106
'2012-05-28T01:31:05-04:00'
describe
'2153968' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBH' 'sip-files00014.tif'
08d237cdb992cea2de281a63bfaa40cd
9de8af5567ea69420628cc7660e9f9770e62e99b
'2012-05-28T01:30:15-04:00'
describe
'28908' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBI' 'sip-files00036thm.jpg'
e5ea5f272412dce4ff52d9ff8658171e
a3d6a5ea6d44ff1c423a0ab8afa097f327a46c8e
describe
'75388' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBJ' 'sip-files00172.pro'
a327a1ea7acd8e68c6bc0c78a4c5275b
6de5075c2b0330fa29e469fdd573651834c1c839
'2012-05-28T01:32:58-04:00'
describe
'272029' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBK' 'sip-files00101.jp2'
60bb5c8b6c175866a6cdade054dc2407
d00b89f349d92ac7a3cce70fbd8e4dcd3ea7cd7c
describe
'262157' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBL' 'sip-files00028.jp2'
531ae457440915a7de437d9782f40981
81e6e083bad68ef017cbf1900d12b8328ccd1b4e
describe
'50000' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBM' 'sip-files00093.QC.jpg'
0be9902afbb25112677e081fcacfa6e6
ddb2aec5c9f1b1d9931678017a217a9b12d48d8b
'2012-05-28T01:32:02-04:00'
describe
'2176252' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBN' 'sip-files00099.tif'
1f21c2d76440e571d9683b540c3063e9
406263277a161b5d70694641a9868cd5bf7a641b
'2012-05-28T01:31:53-04:00'
describe
'193581' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBO' 'sip-files00073.jpg'
6e9205699a731c5a09eed8552d7322fb
ab712e42a9a06bac2c37422363e0e2ebb21e0b31
describe
'994' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBP' 'sip-files00085.txt'
6e9015f85e2d0d5bf6ef862f7af0c8a6
a5953dc908ac152ed7db026e03c2dede94f2fea3
describe
'269569' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBQ' 'sip-files00129.jp2'
da117a2fc21aff3a39e581b51b3d69f6
9b44ef9dd0ce71c55fdac245391632d668462342
describe
'23783' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBR' 'sip-files00071.pro'
8d509993c62ce3f888db5eac2da3804c
e9aac02da3d7230e59353a3bcb21ed857fe427e1
describe
'275241' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBS' 'sip-files00169.jp2'
ca2bae3164f1f903e0e4b7429da50838
af932d5b7e59fa3afeaf8c7b5016082742e2e5a5
'2012-05-28T01:33:36-04:00'
describe
'12453' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBT' 'sip-files00062.pro'
8e642148306e055e59041c78f8224b2a
f8dd26d75d7aebbf457f9485f6854c1e837f1aab
describe
'24783' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBU' 'sip-files00030.pro'
1316e707dc79d954196974f97e2567dc
2dec2c570eeb3811ee5d0e8939467b3b6097e2f7
describe
'810' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBV' 'sip-files00169.txt'
5a4648aa2144d782adec1b36c48e3195
28789494f9e88bd82f1fc1c4e95779317869804d
'2012-05-28T01:31:45-04:00'
describe
'2133528' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBW' 'sip-files00095.tif'
da9dfc40e4eeb4d7415381d48ca327b0
994e46dc1325389104169ba233612ebdc1321bba
'2012-05-28T01:31:54-04:00'
describe
'214658' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBX' 'sip-files00135.jpg'
5b95439cbeabe76e887a5faba324d361
aa9ad8090eb8b9624fbd131bb3e9f491f396964e
'2012-05-28T01:30:18-04:00'
describe
'15786' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBY' 'sip-files00013thm.jpg'
87fd37b4830a39bd27d6497d67e86f5f
f65f4ecf590723e205da6cf6a6fa93c37e14ebb1
describe
'2156876' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIBZ' 'sip-files00122.tif'
481402ae60c0361cd42442b8be099653
e6394e3597ed9ee7f18ee4a56723f31f95738cd9
'2012-05-28T01:30:03-04:00'
describe
'72135' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICA' 'sip-files00088.QC.jpg'
0be1cf96fa1258f698d6c3a44df0c9d0
d0adf77756d4a86521955d01739c8cd778d2c59f
describe
'2091336' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICB' 'sip-files00040.tif'
cdecd4ae63228281bd1ec8fa435d329d
44b91797f855340b0f49c971d40da6b12687ec36
'2012-05-28T01:31:31-04:00'
describe
'437' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICC' 'sip-files00002.txt'
0d5dec7931853256a84a8b490095c51f
1b4add4ccf701f4d0c14fae9108e5e78d1776634
'2012-05-28T01:31:15-04:00'
describe
'180096' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICD' 'sip-files00133.jpg'
d05a40c9ae00ef745e3026c94c79d20f
5a164624a42a81837dbf55fa1db3f4cff74744c1
'2012-05-28T01:31:06-04:00'
describe
'258867' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICE' 'sip-files00032.jp2'
78f1fa763ba43bfc8bac20fcce0f183b
eb94ad7035d36fcbe5dcaead1a1dbce313c9dd2d
describe
'2184444' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICF' 'sip-files00115.tif'
369fe66856f092594b362b681b3b22bc
426e51674de7efbb4780980004ec96f5aed50867
'2012-05-28T01:34:45-04:00'
describe
'5784' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICG' 'sip-files00031.pro'
2b88a37a24454ab08125f369abbb82ff
0c75e2b9b5155ac4c6b9c133d8ce88905dec34f2
'2012-05-28T01:32:32-04:00'
describe
'266324' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICH' 'sip-files00024.jp2'
382ebdc4e1db1ee7a9cf96ba95033d29
fab6f67246daaaea3263fa36dfc03e4301f1ad19
'2012-05-28T01:34:47-04:00'
describe
'964' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICI' 'sip-files00088.txt'
fe76a0da741173c1bb8c3fe38eac2255
60352641e7dc198e2f27b187e68bc555de32cbe0
'2012-05-28T01:35:36-04:00'
describe
'76802' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICJ' 'sip-files00140.QC.jpg'
9197e800e2face3dca48b2fc10563978
03034ddcfc59777f1e25490939ab24b7ffcad2f2
describe
'669' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICK' 'sip-files00094.txt'
1443461ec3b07d0f35a211096f730994
f1e96239206a17da78eee5d1e82588152c2d9287
'2012-05-28T01:32:25-04:00'
describe
'268209' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICL' 'sip-files00147.jp2'
a070df688528b5a1dd3a649627aa49d6
afcab8333357ee6c7a25cfff81f8d955ad3dd15f
describe
'262389' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICM' 'sip-files00039.jp2'
5df4abbf7ebcd51d6dc188b81510fa41
f2d44a264968fca40536ac64d8d8e53718a67689
describe
'26972' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICN' 'sip-files00020thm.jpg'
afa40bd46e09028d18fd5a9593234ecc
ddc97577cc5778d834e32b3e471ea926d8b11ce0
'2012-05-28T01:31:00-04:00'
describe
'2226300' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICO' 'sip-files00136.tif'
900a4ca984f9ead245027332fb5558a5
626d346b2829ebe6d7aa8aec2b8caa17c13c7a00
describe
'21155' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICP' 'sip-files00079.pro'
feaba8dc42e889689bbcb9ff726355f6
289d0a9d25a582c30b468fcaaf55130d6206be59
describe
'12367' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICQ' 'sip-files00005thm.jpg'
93901377148e83f3d325495dc70af99f
4de64ae8b264461965404f2a3613fb64fd9a1aaf
describe
'70195' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICR' 'sip-files00058.QC.jpg'
c3402f396860546e67eaea2ea3454c67
77229f54d03e9b20234fe29996222711a8258270
describe
'26138' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICS' 'sip-files00172thm.jpg'
cce37fb0b17ee98a25b0c0553c3d3837
fc0d8ce2f0e263b1394f15375480446199875899
'2012-05-28T01:29:51-04:00'
describe
'262764' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICT' 'sip-files00026.jp2'
a1fae6aabf2c9e02be3d0e5ac94f92bb
93290417f2887e5e52223e95e54818904ce3cfc7
describe
'1011' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICU' 'sip-files00156.txt'
2b7d45f3cf6485f29a4df6e877db75cd
b28627a6f32e7309d090fe8cc941dff9ca56180d
describe
'22269' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICV' 'sip-files00021.pro'
fc50a4b5cad30e29afa51225525a85ea
52875c5fe2b16469cdc9e195662206fe563c3cba
describe
'2182396' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICW' 'sip-files00133.tif'
1de78e9a2a43426a3a98380f3528dce7
668c2551bee1a51d168bdb929b61c5f352328f48
'2012-05-28T01:30:25-04:00'
describe
'23570' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICX' 'sip-files00066.pro'
f00cad98cab397fe29c9207929ecbfbe
ef99a9fd4650afd2ff58415bd14ef619f1085afb
'2012-05-28T01:33:42-04:00'
describe
'67387' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICY' 'sip-files00078.QC.jpg'
f10f9293042ae5cfc69dcc9c060db6d4
66661da362e44c4add7d9f180a4458d24077d48e
'2012-05-28T01:34:30-04:00'
describe
'266184' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABICZ' 'sip-files00053.jp2'
10e6f7a3408138b02acde5ac8d2b4621
8865358e8b08db494bb8c2de1b6fa0f414cf056f
describe
'28362' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDA' 'sip-files00179thm.jpg'
004df1c90414f063236a278dbbed9171
efba1f0ff312830ebf51c848d344541ab8a70a97
'2012-05-28T01:35:17-04:00'
describe
'268462' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDB' 'sip-files00086.jp2'
caeec026e13ff6b06073b49ca6b3d0c7
6f0865b898dee49055e7936cc3d4e7210d2ce702
'2012-05-28T01:32:40-04:00'
describe
'22957' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDC' 'sip-files00127.pro'
4eb2d1998dd50a8f1454f1b92f2cd604
cfddc404f3a86677a2a0751e4701441bc4fa9b9e
describe
'248727' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDD' 'sip-files00170.jpg'
3acd2cde73a3d172bd81b32d8366fb8d
27f92f99b053148a91fe943c723285ea03f6b86b
'2012-05-28T01:30:43-04:00'
describe
'132914' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDE' 'sip-files00011.jpg'
1972331b076b52d12e00cfccee143b89
76cf528e9c955d2d3efcff6bc6e8bc53d910e882
describe
'68968' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDF' 'sip-files00125.QC.jpg'
f41bf86824f7acb2424d8f96cfba6da5
d89c4532a97d3cd45d55c29c136b1584bb56d98c
'2012-05-28T01:31:07-04:00'
describe
'68743' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDG' 'sip-files00121.QC.jpg'
cbad1801283998c3087184d30a1e1941
5865ef43f3bbe950a52fc901959b9293375891a9
describe
'2177024' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDH' 'sip-files00132.tif'
93fabb857c07a7e40cb7cb0b4c9bb5af
650fbc0146430a30201a9afac61e302dcf67bad6
describe
'24848' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDI' 'sip-files00064.pro'
33c5ad4e1bd7fd8e2f7429196defb434
5cb256a9d4313cc39d24e01b1276a38c7c5dd5a7
describe
'263554' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDJ' 'sip-files00111.jp2'
cbe33c1d32d7c31a5cc6e114a383671d
c0cf25696861751689e70f43c76ddd7b9a9d2c74
describe
'888' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDK' 'sip-files00125.txt'
149f6f0163a4f40d58c2d3f9f4d4d089
0a1b26b9b3c038a4bdf7675de68751b1554f7437
'2012-05-28T01:31:13-04:00'
describe
'2173900' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDL' 'sip-files00125.tif'
ec15ad5a2788db9ecabf03abe41b7524
9745f70985572224bc1ea584457f0627a049f09f
describe
'22684' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDM' 'sip-files00124.pro'
13cb0e33b2d3e35c3ce48fa2d2d79444
7d74d20ab421be1f6c10248bb3ef805235228e08
'2012-05-28T01:35:34-04:00'
describe
'981' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDN' 'sip-files00017.txt'
1162fa9f4d7a9bf1dec8d7c04980335d
3814fa94ebffae6a1baf39fe599baec0ce135129
'2012-05-28T01:33:01-04:00'
describe
'2198924' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDO' 'sip-files00126.tif'
a5f14c83f57c7b117c1c4e897610df7f
6aa8230085806934aba6b42ba80b5f59e46f7aeb
describe
'72935' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDP' 'sip-files00085.QC.jpg'
c47d9e38c5b27e8fb049ef1de11ae7e5
cc0b0fffb12be9dd714662bbb88d1fa699eaace1
'2012-05-28T01:30:50-04:00'
describe
'26129' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDQ' 'sip-files00031thm.jpg'
94a2bc4de35db7e9a19701128d570e69
d0d89c96682efc7fc80ca6b5fe5b435a05a5e3e9
describe
'2112232' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDR' 'sip-files00030.tif'
cc406a1a505b444c4813c509cfb45dbb
b60f874f09ab69697830d38fec501af453aa40bf
describe
'24112' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDS' 'sip-files00155.pro'
3bbdd0ef1786e91ce1827dfeaced3bda
6ec7a9dbafe3b7619a4a55f83dd58d69f36cdb84
describe
'26654' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDT' 'sip-files00146thm.jpg'
7b9d312e6e2b76451dd2587a2e3ef039
251f44305321d7a78e2d602d7d3d1c4f672b6434
describe
'263839' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDU' 'sip-files00056.jp2'
842a8763833a3487d5b0599a9c499672
a00592029ed6cafecd0718172fc4a3821205dbad
describe
'3' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDV' 'sip-files00183.txt'
bc949ea893a9384070c31f083ccefd26
cbb8391cb65c20e2c05a2f29211e55c49939c3db
describe
'200611' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDW' 'sip-files00023.jpg'
aa86571098adce32fe79b05da348e927
ac72317fc234c8c0f3d6e4d38a36992e1bbe07c4
'2012-05-28T01:34:37-04:00'
describe
'677' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDX' 'sip-files00050.txt'
da5bc0d7a34367d73263f8f63476cfaf
3691d3ff1cd5f2045b6089ee096b943851026287
describe
'3446' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDY' 'sip-files00107.pro'
32b2640c4144273e4af970ca83aa6a35
67dfab7e9e69ac5dc4f77ba5c71b8c54d499da5f
'2012-05-28T01:35:01-04:00'
describe
'208218' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIDZ' 'sip-files00140.jpg'
0108b978b871be33f44fcf01172b0a6c
5c456fc3ae7406f6f5c9f69c820d8be6f3b08c3e
'2012-05-28T01:31:04-04:00'
describe
'181503' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEA' 'sip-files00169.jpg'
7e44982db68fc00b54fa50e7b8f33d3e
cc28d85b6ed5639d33c9db27e088fbe42820b379
'2012-05-28T01:33:06-04:00'
describe
'15295' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEB' 'sip-files00129thm.jpg'
c4eb2655e128b1ce765601cb86a0d317
192d3686c1707b011c0f453b5ced3351887ccf3a
describe
'60201' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEC' 'sip-files00175.pro'
b15f1b1c9020233cb3b37d9b41a88f4b
ba9417b4ce50e205cf3ab3748052c6cd7edbfef4
describe
'25173' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIED' 'sip-files00140.pro'
ef0df619042d2c54be3005e0658005ca
6bd68266f2fa16a5181c9c024715e03add521d7e
'2012-05-28T01:31:47-04:00'
describe
'7412' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEE' 'sip-files00025.pro'
30a194e8e88d903c424d6b8752493dda
2eb734d6ebe0ac0ab829b1fdf2f548f410975590
'2012-05-28T01:31:20-04:00'
describe
'27439' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEF' 'sip-files00066thm.jpg'
067f688b4ea3b4cc649754b6b8624f94
51055417eb831f05bb7b319a3b0d9c59fb5d23a5
'2012-05-28T01:29:46-04:00'
describe
'196124' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEG' 'sip-files00069.jpg'
e81ff2448f2a717f7799375cfb55cc9d
7dffe3a6357c4b109adc068776bcb697957e8808
'2012-05-28T01:34:02-04:00'
describe
'62935' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEH' 'sip-files00025.QC.jpg'
4fe9263b083ff2c799f6b05dacb4c449
3d15d1ed09f1b229efe6b0428486abfd0b3eb10c
'2012-05-28T01:32:42-04:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEI' 'sip-files00136.txt'
4bc1896bddc33229c8754c93d0377490
54b083389d67c4a4822aaddb5c26007a23057927
describe
'270278' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEJ' 'sip-files00021.jp2'
4269de108e4e86e70b8ddecd4103c010
28c22fd603931497e04349c0e5560e5ec002a1be
describe
'269652' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEK' 'sip-files00091.jp2'
f12ad9fce2d0fd2f0ff37d5bec41417a
d88d62f389a6f07bf581a9130e25c897ad61385e
describe
'69759' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEL' 'sip-files00107.QC.jpg'
8098a1aa753144c45e00bbd5d9409907
2543c27a1e995d22a39862bcc1929fa1ee88fd4d
describe
'29002' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEM' 'sip-files00112thm.jpg'
3098fe4125bb38c34f547b6720658303
6f0fda62743d262a4c49df4d0bf7ee637955886b
'2012-05-28T01:30:40-04:00'
describe
'206284' 'info:fdaE20100409_AAAAIMfileF20100409_AABIEN' 'sip-filesUF00028173_00001.mets'
cefe76905b5015b18bfc6b5a89ba339e
2edd2b7bee297863ed553cad4c133d96984ea8fe
'2012-05-28T01:31:32-04:00'
describe
TargetNamespace.1: Expecting namespace 'http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/digital/metadata/ufdc2/', but the target namespace of the schema document is 'http://digital.uflib.ufl.edu/metadata/ufdc2/'.
'2013-12-10T09:22:04-05:00' 'mixed'
xml resolution
http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/digital/metadata/ufdc2/ufdc2.xsdhttp://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema
BROKEN_LINK http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/digital/metadata/ufdc2/ufdc2.xsd
http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema
The element type "div" must be terminated by the matching end-tag "