So it proved. The contents of the last trunk were more valuable than any of the others. It contained a gold watch and chain much like that one which Calista had discovered is her grandfather's desk; a box containing an expensive set of ornaments and some beautiful lace—poor Richard's wedding present to his bride; a number of books, among them a Bible and Psalm-book, bound alike and marked with her mother's name. In the inside of the Bible was written, in a legible but unsteady hand: "I leave this Book—which was given me by my own dear mother, on her death-bed—to my precious and only child, Calista Stanfield. May it be a lamp to her feet and a light to her path, which shall grow brighter and brighter unto the perfect day!" On another leaf, and evidently by the same hand, was inscribed Richard Crashaw's inscription in a prayer-book: "It is an armory of light; Let constant use but keep it bright, You'll find it yields, To holy hands and humble hearts, More swords and shields Than sin hath snares, or hell hath darts. Only be sure The hands be pure That hold these weapons; and the eyes, Those of turtles, chaste and true, Wakeful and wise." The trunk also contained a work-box and writing-desk each covered with red morocco, and having the key tied to the handle. Calista was just going to lift out the writing-desk, when some one knocked and opened the door. It was Miss Druett. "Just as I expected," said she. "Do you know what time it is?" "No, ma'am. Is it late?" "Only half-past ten—which is rather late for you. Put up your things and lock the boxes for to-night, or you will have Priscilla in here. Where did you get your candle?" "I bought it with some of the money you gave me. Was that wrong? It does seem so hard not to have a light for anything." "Not wrong at all. I should have thought of it; but somehow it is only within a few weeks that I have found out you are not a baby. Here, let me help you. In what condition did you find the things?" "They seem to be all right. I don't think the boldest moth would have ventured into the trunks, they are so filled with tobacco and camphor. I believe I will keep out mother's Bible and Psalm-book. I know she would want me to use them." "Very well. And, Calista, that reminds me of another thing I wanted to say. Don't read a book in this house—I mean, not a book you find in the house—without asking me. I don't want your young blood poisoned as mine was." "You don't mean that I shall not read mother's books!" said Calista, a little dismayed. "Oh, no! I am not afraid of any books your mother was likely to have. There, good-night! And don't burn the house down."