We opened another. Within was a tiny gold bodkin and a thimble studded with turquoise. In another, an old vinaigrette. In a third a mother-of-pearl bobbin wound with green silk. In a fourth, a tablet of ivory, with a gold pencil. The last two were empty. "So this is all your treasure-trove," said Pierce, looking down at the quaint box. "Yes," said I, "aren't they lovely? I am so happy to have found them," for the romance of the discovery gratified me immensely. "I don't quite think we have found all," said Pierce, who had been examining the box. "There must be a tray under here." After a little search we found the tray, which slid outward. It was a flat receptacle for jewels, with, at one corner, a diamond-shaped box like those in the upper part. "Garnets!" cried I, in an ecstasy when the tray had slid out. "They will look lovely on Esther, and will make up for her sapphires." Fortunately Pierce was too interested to notice my slip. He took up the collar of garnets and looked at it. "Exquisite setting," he said, turning it over and looking at the gold honey-combing at the back. "I wonder they put garnets in such a setting." "Everything was worth doing well then," said I, lifting up the bracelets to match. The stones were laid on closely, almost like beads, except in the pendant, where a heart-shaped garnet was surrounded by diamonds, There was a whole set of the pretty things, including stars for the hair. "Look at their soft fires," I cried, "how they will light up on Esther's creamy skin!" "They are for Esther then?" "Yes, I should like them to be for Esther. They are mine to give, Pierce, and ... yours." "Oh, I waive all claim to them, little girl! What should I do with garnets? I think there's no doubt that the jewels belonged to the lady who left them there, and you, I should say, are her residuary legatee." "I shall give Aline the thimble and bodkin," said I, "and all the rest I shall keep myself." "What, the tablet and the vinaigrette, and the whip and gloves and the portrait! Aren't you rather greedy? And the bobbin--I had forgotten the bobbin." But I saw he was laughing, and did not justify myself. "Hullo, there is something we have forgotten!" said he, lifting the little corner-box. It was detached from the rest, and inside was lined softly with silk. It held a lock of brown hair, tied with a piece of green silk. That was all. I lifted the hair reverentially, and put it beside the brown head of the miniature. "Ah!" said I, "but she should not have tied it with green silk. Green is so unlucky." I put back all the things in their hiding-place, except the jewels, and again slid the bolt. "Now," I said, "no one is to know the secret, not even Aline. I like to think it is mine, and yours." But even as I said it I felt that it would not be his for long.