can
take, if you will tell me what they are."

"Oh! Can I have mamma's little rosewood work-table! I saw it
there the other day."

The Doctor was busy with pad and pencil.

"The sooner we get them the better, so think hard now, and I'll
note them down."

"There's a good deal of china, and some nice glass dishes, and
the silver spoons and forks--I could tell which they were if I
could see them."

"You are going to pick them out, with Mr. Brewster and me."

"I'm going there?" Polly cried.

Dr. Dudley nodded. "You're not afraid?" He smiled reassuringly.

"Oh, no, not with you!" she replied. "There's two trunks," she
went on, "with some of mamma's clothes in. A good many are worn
out--she wore 'em, and make 'em over for the girls and me.
Then there are all our books, and three or four chairs, and a
lovely clock--oh, and a great pile of mamma's music, with some
pieces that she wrote herself!"

The list was longer than Dr. Dudley had expected. When Polly
could think of nothing more, he called up the lawyer by telephone,
making an appointment to meet him. Shortly afterwards he put
Polly in the auto, and they started for Mrs. Bean's.

On the way the little girl thought of her precious locket.

"We shall get it if we can," the Doctor told her. "Mrs. Bean
appears to be honest about that. She believes the boy has it; but
he professes innocence. I fancy she will keep him out of our way
if possible."

They took the lawyer in at his office, and Polly finished her ride
sitting on his knee.

When Mrs. Bean learned their errand, she turned, then white, and
seemed greatly excited. At first she was inclined to resent their
coming as an intrusion, declaring, "There ain't much belongin' to
the kid anyhow." But, as earlier in the day, she quailed before
Mr. Brewster's firm, quiet speech, and sullenly led the way to the
various articles called for. Finally nothing remained unchecked
on the list except the two trunks.

"I h'ain't got no trunks," the woman bristled. "You've seen my
rooms an' all there is in 'em! Them trunks prob'ly was sold along
with other things."

"Why, Aunt Jane," put in Polly, "they were here just before I
was hurt. I remember, because--"

"Huh!" she cackled. "I was n't here then, an' I guess they
wa'n't!"

"I mean where we lived then," corrected Polly.

"Wal, they ain't here nor there now," she insisted.

"Can't we go up attic?" questioned Polly. "You said, the other
day, there was