"This clasp is of real silver," she went on, "and my father himself gave it to me.

He was fond of the poor little dog too.

Now it will never leap and spring again, poor thing." She looked sadly down at the dead dog.

Then she collected herself, and said hurriedly, "Now I will go away from here.

Nothing--nothing keeps me any longer in this wilderness, for the senator's house, where I have spent many happy hours, and where everyone was fond of me, is closed against me, and must ever be so long as he lives there.