There was only the fine towel left of the clothing, and Jerrie gazed along and thoughtfully at the letter 'M,' embroidered with flowers in the corners.
'Marguerite begins with M,' she said, 'and Gretchen's name was Marguerite.

Oh, if it were Gretchen who worked this letter, then I can touch what her hands have touched--the little dimpled hands in the picture,' and she kissed the 'M' as fervently as if it had been Gretchen's lips and Gretchen were her mother.
On the old brass ring the key to the trunk and carpet-bag were still fastened, together with the small straight key, for which no use had ever been found.

Jerrie had never thought much about this key before, but now she held it in her hand a long, long time, while the conviction grew that this was the key to the mystery; that could she find the article which this unlocked, she would know what she so longed to know--something definite with regard to herself.

But where to look she could not guess; and with her brain in a whirl which threatened a violent headache, she closed the chest at last, and crept wearily to bed just as the clock, which Peterkin had set up in one of his towers, struck for half-past ten, and Grace Atherton's carriage was rolling down the avenue from the big dinner at the Park House..