There was a slight stir of the bronze lips; then a soft measured voice said, "I wait, what is it you ask?" "I should like," Hortense said, "to get back my charm." "Jeremiah has it," said the Image, "and Jeremiah is getting to be a nuisance. I shall have to cut his claws." How the Image could cut Jeremiah's claws, Hortense didn't see. "That is to say," the Image went on, "he needs to be taken down." Down to what, Hortense wondered. She sat a long while waiting for the Image to say more, but apparently it had gone back to sleep. "Dear me, how slow it is!" Hortense said to herself. "I suppose it's like Grandfather's Clock and has all the time in the world." She sat very silent and once or twice almost fell asleep. The moonlight continued its slow and silent way across the floor until at last it rested full upon the Image. "If you will take a paper knife," said the Image as though it had ceased speaking but a moment before, "and trace the flower pattern on my back, beginning in the center, you will find something." Hortense, wondering, did as she was told. On the back of the Image, as it had said, was the pattern of a flower. Hortense followed the curves of its petals with the point of the knife. Then to her surprise the flower swung inward on an invisible hinge and there before her was an opening just large enough for her hand. Her fingers closed on something round and hard like a marble, which in the moonlight shone with little bright flashes and crinkles of gold and blue and rose. Hortense knew it was some precious stone. As she sat with it in her hand, she heard the soft patter of feet along the hall, and in a moment two great green eyes shone in the doorway. Hortense sat very still with the jewel sparkling in her hand. Jeremiah came forward a step or two, and then suddenly he spat so loudly that Hortense jumped. With a howl Jeremiah turned and ran like one possessed. Hortense could hear his claws scratching on the stairs as he raced up and up, out of hearing. On the threshold of the door before her lay a small white object. Hortense stooped and picked it up. It was the monkey charm! She fastened it about her neck and turned to thank the Image. But the Image said never a word--just sat as motionless, staring into the distance, as though it had never spoken. Hortense went to bed with the jewel tightly clutched in her hand and fell fast asleep. In the morning she went down to breakfast in high spirits, hardly believing that what had happened was real. In her hand still was the wonderful jewel which shone and sparkled as though lit with a thousand colored fires. She kept it hidden in her lap while she ate, and when she had finished, she followed her Grandfather into the library. "Some one has been burning incense," said Grandfather, looking at her. Hortense nodded and played with the monkey charm about her neck. "I did it," she said.