I gave it to her myself." "Did you, indeed," said Isabel's mamma coldly.

"My dear child, how anxious she will be!" "Oh, I should think not," I said hopefully.

"I am sure she can trust Mr.
Dod to take care of himself--and of us, too, for the matter of that." "Mr.Dod!" exclaimed Mrs.Portheris with indignation.

"My poor child's anxiety will be for her mother." And we let it go at that.

But Dicky put the rose petals in his pocket with the toe-bone, and hopefully remarked that there would be no difficulty about finding her now.