"I cannot be mistaken; the colour and pattern are both peculiar.

Where did you find it ?" she added, turning to Mrs.Kebby.
"In the kitchen, I tell ye," growled the old woman sullenly.

"I only found it this blessed morning.

'Twas in a dark corner, near the door as leads down to the woodshed.

How was I to know 'twas any good ?" "Did you find anything else ?" asked Lucian mildly.
"No, I didn't, sir." "Not a stiletto ?" demanded Diana, putting the ribbon in her pocket.
"I don't know what's a stiletter, miss; but I didn't find nothing; and I ain't a thief, though some people as sets themselves above others by taking ribbons as doesn't belong to 'em mayn't be much good." "The ribbon is not yours," said Diana haughtily.
"Yes it are! Findings is keepings with me!" answered Mrs.Kebby.
"Don't anger her," whispered Denzil, touching Miss Vrain's arm.