Inside it contained one treasure, a thick letter, with the words "For Primrose" written in her mother's writing on the envelope.
An unexpected message from those who are dead will set the strongest nerves quivering.

At sight of this letter Primrose laid her pretty yellow head down on the little old cabinet, and sobbed long and bitterly.
How long she might have wept she could never say, but her tears were suddenly brought to an abrupt termination.

When she entered her mother's room she had not locked the door, and now a voice sounded at her elbow: "Eh!--my word--dear, dear, deary me! Now, Miss Primrose, to think of you creeping up like this, and 'worriting' yourself over the secrets in the little bit of a cabinet.

Your poor mamma knew what she was about when she kept that cabinet locked, and for all the good they'll ever do, she might well have burnt the bits of fallals she kept there.
There, darling, don't spoil your pretty eyes crying over what's dead and gone, and can never be put right again--never.

Shut up the cabinet, Miss Primrose, and put your hair a bit straight, for Mrs.
Ellsworthy, from Shortlands, is down in the drawing-room, and wanting to see you most particular 'bad.'".