But Gifford only held his hand in a firm, gentle grasp, and was silent.
"I should wish one of them to have it," he continued.

"I have not provided for its welfare in my will; I had thought there was no one for whom I had enough--enough regard, to intrust them with it.

I even thought to destroy it when I became old.

Some people might wish to carry it with them to the grave, but I could not--oh, no, not my little sister! See, Gifford--take it to the light--not that little merry face.

I should like to think it was with your aunts.