It was of a creamy yellow, and shone like satin: a long shred of frayed pink ribbon hung from it.

As she held it up to Mercy, a sunbeam flashed in at the garret window, and fell across it, sending long glints of light to right and left.
"What a lovely bit of carving! What is it, mother?
Why does it make you cry ?" asked Mercy, stretching out her hand to take the ivory.
"It's Caley's whistle," sobbed Mrs.Carr.

"We allus thought Patience Swift must ha' took it.

She nussed me a spell when he was a little feller, an' jest arter she went away we missed the whistle.

Your father he brought that hum the same v'yage I told ye he brought the blue crape.