"She doesn't mean it," he muttered, still speaking to himself; "she only says it to pacify me." "You shall see me to-morrow," my aunt reiterated; "I promise it." He was cowed, but not convinced; he crawled to the full length of his chain, and lay down at her feet like a dog.

She considered for a moment--and found her way to his confidence at last.
"Shall I leave you something to keep for me until I see you again ?" The idea struck him like a revelation: he lifted his head, and eyed her with breathless interest.

She gave him a little ornamental handbag, in which she was accustomed to carry her handkerchief, and purse, and smelling-bottle.
"I trust it entirely to you, Jack: you shall give it back to me when we meet to-morrow." Those simple words more than reconciled him to her departure--they subtly flattered his self-esteem.
"You will find your bag torn to pieces, to-morrow," the superintendent whispered, as the door was opened for us to go out.
"Pardon me, sir," my aunt replied; "I believe I shall find it quite safe." The last we saw of poor Jack, before the door closed on him, he was hugging the bag in both arms, and kissing it..