I can't make out that word, but it is handkerchiefs, of course," thus Mary read and talked to herself.

"Breastpin--this is too mean! It's not true, neither.

I'm a great mind to burn the letter.

Mrs.Smith would never be the wiser.
I won't give it to her now, at any rate.

I'll put it in my pocket, and just think about it." The next sound that came to my ears was the pattering of Mary's feet as she went hurrying up the stairs.
In a few minutes I followed.