"You could n't possibly guess what I've got for you!" she
retorted gaily.

David's eyes opened wonderingly, falling on the pile of bundles.
Then he went back to his own secret.

Putting his hand in his pocket, he drew forth what Polly had
feared she should never see again.

"My locket and chain!" she cried.

David grinned happily, and passed over the necklace.

"Where did you get it?" she questioned.

"You may thank Cornelius for it," he told her. "I met him down
on Grant Street, and--I don't know what made me--I happened
to speak of your losing this. He was interested all at once, and
wanted me to tell him just how it looked. When I said the locket
was set with turquoises, he clapped his hand on his side and cried
out, 'I bet yer that was it! I bet yer 't was!' It seems he'd
seen a boy--only this morning--showing a locket to a little
kid, and he thought then it was queer he should be having a girl's
locket round that way. Cornelius said he could get it easy enough
of the boy had it with him. So we went round to the school, and
waited till 't was out. He had to go on an errand for his father
this afternoon, and so was excused early.

"Burt Sehl is the boy's name, and Cornelius and I walked along