Thomas Bradly rose to go; but Mrs Foster said, "I ought to have told you that there was something else dropped into the room at the same time with the Bible, but it wasn't the bracelet, I'm sorry to say." "Stay, dear friend," cried Bradly; "let me run home to my dear sister with her Bible; I'll be back again in half an hour." So saying he hurried home, and seating himself by Jane, who was knitting as usual in her snug retreat by the fireside, said, "Jane dear, the Lord's been bringing us just one little step nearer to the light--only one step, mind, only one little step, but it's a step in the right direction." "Thomas, what is it?" she exclaimed anxiously. "Your Bible's turned up." "My Bible, Thomas!" "Yes, Jane." He then placed it in her hand. Yes, she could see that it was indeed her own dearly-prized Bible. "And the bracelet, Thomas?" she asked eagerly.--He shook his head sadly. A shadow came over the face and tears into the eyes of his poor sister. "The Lord's will be done," she said patiently; "but tell me, dear Thomas, all about it."--He then related what he had heard from Kate Foster. "And you feel sure, Thomas, that the Fosters know nothing about the bag or bracelet?" "Quite sure, Jane. I'm certain that neither Foster nor his wife would or could deceive me about this matter. But take heart, my poor sister. See, the Lord's opening the way for you `one step at a time.' _We_ should like it to be a little faster, but _he_ says No. And see, too, how this blessed book of yours has been made of use to Foster and his wife. Oh, there's been a mighty work done there! But mark, Jane, 'twouldn't have been so if this Bible had come straight to you. There's wonderful good, you see, coming out of this trial already. So wait patiently on the Lord, the bag and the bracelet will turn up too afore so long; they are on the road, only we don't see them yet; you may be sure of that." Jane smiled at him through her tears, and pressed her recovered Bible to her lips. Then she opened it, and, as she turned over leaf after leaf, her eye fell on many a well-known underlined text, and the cloud had given place to sunshine on her gentle features as her brother left the house and returned to William Foster's. CHAPTER THIRTEEN. WHO OWNS THE RING? "You are satisfied that we know nothing about the bag or the bracelet, I hope?" asked Foster anxiously on Bradly's return. "Perfectly," was the reply; "I haven't a doubt about it; but there's something behind as none of us has got at yet, but it'll come in the Lord's own time. Wherever the bag and bracelet are, they'll turn up some day, I'm certain of that; and it'll be just at the right moment. And so we must be patient and look about us.--But what was it, Kate, you said was dropped along with the Bible?"