From a drawer she brought out the sampler that Azalea had given her and passed it over to Mr. Greatorex, without comment. He looked at it, at first casually and then more closely. His face expressed mystification, and suddenly he examined the date minutely and then smiled. "Very clever, my dear,--very cleverly done, indeed. Did you do it?" "Oh, no; it is the property of a friend of mine,--it was done by an ancestor of hers. You see it's signed and dated." "I see! Oh, yes, I _see_! But you mustn't try to impose on me,--my eyesight is not yet entirely gone!" "What do you mean, Mr. Greatorex?" Elise was puzzled. "I'm not trying to impose on you!" "I hope not, my girl, for I wouldn't want to believe such a thing of you. But you have been imposed upon." "How?" "This sampler was worked in 1836, not 1636." "How do you know?" "Very easily. Here, you can see for yourself. You see how the figures are made,--ordinary cross stitch. Well, as you know, an eight is worked almost exactly the same as a six, except that it has two more stitches on the upper right-hand side. If those two stitches are picked out of an eight, it turns into a six! Now, I'm sure your young eyes can see that two stitches _have_ been picked out in this instance. See the slight mark where the canvas is the least bit drawn? And see, on the back a fresh stitch was necessary to keep the ends from ravelling. It would pass to a careless observer, but to one accustomed to these things the fraud is plainly evident." "Oh, Mr. Greatorex," and Elise looked sorrowful, "I don't care so much about the sampler being less valuable than I thought, as I do about having to think the friend who gave it to me would cheat me!" "Perhaps she didn't. Perhaps somebody cheated her." "No; she told me her mother gave her this, and that she had had it from her mother and grandmother--and so forth." "Then I fear your friend knew of the fraud,--though perhaps her mother gave it to her as it is now." "Can you judge if the stitches were picked out recently?" "I should say very recently. The canvas is faded, of course, but, as you see, the threads beneath where the missing stitches were is quite a shade lighter. Had the picking been done years ago, the canvas would have assumed a uniform tinge,--or nearly so." "Of course it would,--I can see that for myself. Oh, dear!--Well, Mr. Greatorex, don't say anything about this, will you?" "Certainly not. But that's a good sampler, as it stands,--I mean as a specimen of 1836 work." "Yes, I know it is. And yet, oughtn't the stitches to be put back?" "Probably not,--for they could not be matched exactly--" "But if it remains like this, everybody will think it two hundred years older than it really is."