Another thing struck me very much.

We were sitting one day quite alone on the grass near a pretty little pool of water, called "Dutton Pool." In some parts it was very shallow, in some very deep.

Lance had gone somewhere on business, and had left us to entertain each other.

I had often noticed that one of Mrs.Fleming's favorite ornaments was a golden locket with one fine diamond in the center; she wore it suspended by a small chain from her neck.

As she sat talking to me she was playing with the chain, when it suddenly became unfastened and the locket fell from it.