Mr. Greatorex smiled. "Scarcely," he said. "You see, my dear, the earliest known dated sampler is one of 1643 which is in the Victoria and Albert Museum, in England. There are but six or seven known in that century at all. It would be remarkable, therefore, to find a work of art that would antedate all collections, and yet show the patterns and style of work common less than a hundred years ago!" "Oh, I understand,--I've read up on the matter somewhat,--but I'm _so_ sorry--oh, I _am_ so sorry!" Elise looked woe-begone indeed, for she realised that Azalea had, in all probability committed the fraud herself, and with a deliberate intention of deceiving her. Azalea's own ignorance of the whole matter was so great, that it was not surprising that she thought the mere alteration of the date would make the sampler of greater value. But what broke Elise's heart was the knowledge of Azalea's wilful deception. She thanked Mr. Greatorex for his explanations and, again asking him not to mention the matter to any one at all, she put the sampler back in the drawer and locked it up. "Sold my sampler yet, Elise?" Azalea asked, when next they met. "Yes; I bought it in myself," Elise replied. "I wanted it, so I bought it. I haven't paid for it yet, for I want to know what you consider a fair price?" Elise looked Azalea straight in the eyes, and was not surprised to note the rising colour in the cheeks of the Indian maiden. "Why--why," Azalea stammered, "you said it was worth hundreds of dollars--you said that yourself, Elise." "That was before I knew of your own handiwork on the sampler." "What do you mean?" cried Azalea, angrily. "Just what I say. To the work on the sampler, you added a bit more,--or rather, you subtracted some!" CHAPTER XII AZALEA'S CHANCE "What do you mean by subtracted some?" "Now, Azalea, there's no use in your acting like that! You know perfectly well you can't fool _me_! If you really want to know what I mean, I'll tell you. I mean that you picked out two stitches from the eight to make it look like a six. Didn't you, now?" "Oh, well, if you've discovered that, I may as well own up. Yes, I did." "And aren't you ashamed of yourself? Don't you think such a deception a wrong and contemptible thing to do?" "Oh, pshaw, it was only for a joke. Can't you take a joke, Elise?" "It _wasn't_ only for a joke. You hoped you would make me think the sampler two hundred years older than it really is! And you thought that would make it much more valuable. Well, you overreached yourself! There were no samplers made--so far as is known--in 1636. So your trick wouldn't fool anybody!" "All right. There's no harm done, that I can see. My little joke fizzled out,--that's all." "No, that isn't all. It has proved you are a deceitful girl! You don't mind telling a falsehood!" "I didn't tell any!"