"As it happened, there was nothing in the book-case I looked into that was worth stealing, unless it were this old working-case," said Calista, producing the article in question from her pocket. "That has a good pair of small scissors in it, and I want a pair, so I took them to use. There they are, if you want them." Miss Priscilla snatched the case from her hand. "So, you took it to school, did you? Well, you won't take anything else to school very soon. You have had all the schooling you will get for some time, my fine lady. I will find you plenty of work at home." Miss Priscilla turned into the little store-room, and began taking down the dusty, moth-eaten garments with which the walls were plentifully hung. Calista followed her into the room, reckless of consequences, for she had caught sight of something which made her forget everything, even her aunt's rage. The something was a pile of two or three trunks—old-fashioned heavy leather portmanteaus—marked on the end "Calista Folsom." Calista remembered them on the instant. They were the very trunks Miss Malvina had shown her, and on which she had made the little girl spell out the name, so many years ago. "My mother's trunks!" exclaimed Calista, feeling as if she must have them, whether or no. "My own mother's things! Oh, Aunt Priscilla, let me have them, and I will do anything for you—anything you tell me!" "Oh, you will!" said Miss Priscilla, with a malicious smile. "You are very submissive all at once. I fancy, before we have done, you will do what I tell you without any trunks." "For shame, Priscilla!" said Miss Druett's deep voice. "How can you expose yourself so? The child has done no harm. She has not even been disobedient, that I see, though she may have been indiscreet. Let her have her mother's trunks—she has the best right to them—and say no more about the matter." "How dare you!" said Miss Priscilla, turning furiously upon her. "You are no better than she. Do you think I don't know you? Don't I know how you fell in love with Richard Stanfield and tried to get him, though he cared no more for you than for his old shoes, and so you take the part of his girl now. You shall leave my house. Yes, all of you. I won't have such a crew of spies and thieves about me any longer." Miss Druett looked straight at Priscilla all the time she was speaking, without uttering a word or moving a muscle of her countenance. Then she said quite calmly, without a tremor in her singular, musically harsh voice: "Very well, Priscilla; you shall not tell me twice to leave your house after all these years. But I advise you to think again before you disgrace yourself without remedy." So saying, she went into her own room and shut the door. Miss Priscilla looked after her a moment. Then she pushed Calista into her own room, and threw after her a heap of the musty-smelling woollen garments which she had taken down from the nails.