'Oh yes, mammie dear, quite well.'

Rosalie's mother sat down by the box, and began to unpack it. At the top of
the box were some of her clothes and Rosalie's; but it was a long time
since she had turned out the things at the bottom of the box. She took out
from it a small bundle pinned up in a towel, then, calling Rosalie to her
side, she drew out the pins one by one, and opened it. Inside were several
small parcels carefully tied up in paper.

In the first parcel was a little pair of blue shoes, with a tiny red sock.

'Those were my little Arthur's, Rosalie,' said her mother, with tears in
her eyes; 'I put them away the day he was buried, and I've never liked to
part with them. No one will care for them when I'm gone, though,' said she,
with a sigh.

'Oh, mammie dear,' said Rosalie, 'don't talk so!'

The next parcel contained a small square box; but before she opened it, she
went to the door and looked cautiously out. Then, after seeing that no one
was near, she touched a spring, and took out of the velvet-lined case a
beautiful little locket. There was a circle of pearls all round it, and the
letters N.E.H. were engraved in a monogram outside.

Then she opened the locket, and showed Rosalie the picture of a girl with a
very sweet and gentle face, and large, soft brown eyes.

'Rosalie darling,' said her mother, 'that is my sister Lucy.'

Rosalie took the locket in her hand, and looked at it very earnestly.