things. Where's your key?"

Jewel laid down the doll and opened her leather side-bag, producing the
key tied with a little ribbon.

Mrs. Forbes unlocked the trunk, lifted out the tray, and began in a
business-like manner to dispose of the small belongings that had last
been handled so tenderly.

"Mrs. Harry certainly knows how to pack," ran her thoughts, "and she'd
naturally know how to sew. These things are as neat as wax, and the
child's well fixed." In the tray, among other things, were a number of
doll's clothes, some writing materials, a box of different colored hair
ribbons, and a few books.

"Glad to see a Bible," thought Mrs. Forbes. "Shows Mrs. Harry is
respectable." She glanced at the three other books. One was a copy of
"Heidi," one was "Alice in Wonderland," and the third a small black book
with the design of a cross and crown in gilt on the cover. Mrs. Forbes
looked from this up at the child.

"What's this? Some kind of a daily book, Julia?"

"I--yes, I read it every day."

"Well, I hope you'll be faithful now your mother's gone. She's taken the
trouble to put it in."

Jewel's eyes had caught a glimpse of green color. Eagerly she reached
down into the trunk and drew out carefully a dress in tiny checks of