With a set of keys which she had found she opened it, and before her glistening eyes were a number of things which evidently belonged to a little girl. A broken French doll, with one eye gone, grinned at Nellie from the corner. In a chair in the middle of the small room was another doll made of rags, and it still showed signs of childish teeth. The long stringy hair which hung over the dirty face brought the tears to Helen’s eyes. She sat down upon the floor and began to cry. “Why, darlint,” cried Biddy, “and you are a-crying. I wouldn’t look at them little things if they make your heart ache. Come to your Biddy’s heart.” “Oh, Biddy, Biddy, I can’t help but cry over my mother. I wish she had lived and been with us. Oh, how hard fate was to her when she had such a home as this to die in a dreadful prison.” “Well, well, it must have been the Good Father’s wish,” cried the woman, “or it would not have happened. Now, cheer up, dear, and be happy.” “But, look at this little doll,” said the girl sorrowfully; “she must have loved this one, for she has used it so much.” “So she has, sweet, but she did not want her own little girl to cry over it.” “But she didn’t have any nice mother like you, dear,” said Nellie. “Just in this great house all alone with her father. A girl needs a mother, Biddy.” “Aye, so they do, and I thank heaven it was given to me to be one to you, my sweety.” “And you have been more than that to me,” whispered the girl. “Oh, Biddy, if I only had my Tom now, I would be the happiest girl in the world.” “Then why don’t you go and see a good lawyer, and maybe he will help you to get him out?” “I don’t know who to go to.” “And I wouldn’t ask Mr. Benson either,” said Biddy with a curious wink of her eye. “You remember what Mr. Tom said, don’t you?” “Blaming my cousin for his arrest?” “That’s it; he was to blame for the lad’s trouble.” “You need not fear, Biddy, that I shall go to him, for he has done enough harm.” At this moment the servant came to the door, and said: “Mr. Benson would like to see Miss Standish in the library.” Nellie found her cousin sitting, looking very glum, at the side of the writing table. “You sent for me?” asked she with dignity. “I did. Be seated.” She waited, before speaking again, for him to proceed. “You are a very young girl to have the responsibility of so much money.” “I know,” replied Nellie quickly, “and that is the reason why I miss Tom so much. He never has allowed me to have any responsibility.” Her companion bit his lip ferociously, and the sight gave Nellie intense delight. “He will be of no service to you, my dear, for many years to come.” It was Nellie’s turn to bite her lip, for she knew the truth of his statement. “I cannot reconcile myself to the thought that Tom Cooper ever did such a thing.” “Nevertheless he did, and you may take my word for it, for I saw the bundle he had the diamonds hidden away in.”