e black . I s ladies  leaves in t , for it  go no made t ened. Seeing t, I t again  Maud ainly  rid of ancient stuff like ter someto te and dainty.

    But one t Lant Street teacy goods. I got  and girlis, t to  flat; after t, t to. ther was a

    dressing-table. t re tles

    and pinst—I tidied too—and fitted beneat of fancy

    drae ones, in top dratens in

    t.

    t t  I guessed spelled out Mauds name. I so  t, h scissors and a pin.

    I did no suc left tly, and I  about til I oucudied it all t muco look at; but t tle  sat upon a table beside her bed.

    took it up it gave a dull sort of rattle. t it some, you only o ss like giving brine to an oyster. I used one of her hairpins.

    turned out to be lined  to squeak. I am not sure  to find in tleman, some keepsake, some letter, some little bill-and-coo. But ure portrait, in a frame of gold yle from ty years before, and t look muc I t it a pretty safe bet t s t, if s  Maud kept ure locked up in a box, and did not .

    I puzzled so long over turning ture, looking for marks, t took it up, like everyt t  , or Mrs Stiles—so tch me

    standing by trait in my  back in its place, and made it fast again.

    t to make a pick-lock . I s o  and t me a thief.

    to do, after I . I stood some more at t eleven oclock a maid brougray. Miss Maud isnt ea-pot; but tea  in fairy-sips, to make it last took tray back doo save t into tcared and the cook said,

    ell, I never! If you t aint quic