"Why, one of those diamond things would set us up in life, Phoebe, he
said, turning a bracelet over and over in his big red hands.

"Put it down, Luke! Put it down directly!" cried the girl, with a look
of terror; "how can you speak about such things?"

He laid the bracelet in its place with a reluctant sigh, and then
continued his examination of the casket.

"What's this?" he asked presently, pointing to a brass knob in the
frame-work of the box.

He pushed it as he spoke, and a secret drawer, lined with purple velvet,
flew out of the casket.

"Look ye here!" cried Luke, pleased at his discovery.

Phoebe Marks threw down the dress she had been folding, and went over to
the toilette table.

"Why, I never saw this before," she said; "I wonder what there is in
it?"

There was not much in it; neither gold nor gems; only a baby's little
worsted shoe rolled up in a piece of paper, and a tiny lock of pale and
silky yellow hair, evidently taken from a baby's head. Phoebe's eyes
dilated as she examined the little packet.

"So this is what my lady hides in the secret drawer," she muttered.