you need im 1 look so Indignant; it’s
j evident you are a favorite," with a
lit lie sniff.
"To think of Penelope having such
. tilings hidden away; there's no telling
' what she may have in those old
chests." And Aunt Caroline looked
■ as if she wi uld like to make an im
mediate attack upon Iter sister-in
law's properly.
i Never did fairy slippers daiiee as
Hetty's danced that night. No use.
Aunt Caroline! Yon may as >well try
i to .veep the stm from shining or tin
■ Mowers front blooming! The young
i people danced together so often that
' she felt called upon to speak to radi
ant Hetty, but Mrs. Crayton's,
"Don’t, Mrs. Hawloti. 1 beg. I,el tin
i dear child enjoy herself they seem s >
i well suited to each other," closed her
i Up*-
"Why, Miss Hefty,” exclaimed her
partner, bending Ills handsome bead;
"don't think me rude but those won
derful buttons yon wear. Do you
know I have one exactly like litem'.'"
i Loyally to Aunt Pen kept Hetty si
lent, though her tongue burned to ask
questions, for through her memory
i i-aiue the words, "There were eight
j originally, but I didn't b*st it."
"A dear eld uncle gave it to me
years ago. Just before he died, and
I've carried it for a lucky piece ever
since. Look." anil front the end of Ills
watch chain lie unfastened it, and
laid In Hetty's hand the missing but
ton.
"It is tin' same." cried the girl
“Oh. it must belong to Pen!"
The mischief was doin', tmt Hetty,
looking tip into the frank eyes, fell
she could trust him, and told the his
tory of tin* buttons, as far as site
knew it.
