[The Little Colonel: Maid of Honor by Annie Fellows Johnston]@TWC D-Link bookThe Little Colonel: Maid of Honor CHAPTER XII 6/21
I nevah thought of looking inside that old veil for anything of any account.
I think moah of what it holds than any othah ornament I own." Mary watched her curiously as she threw back the lid and lifted out a necklace of little Roman pearls.
Lloyd dangled it in front of her, lifting the shining string its full length, then letting it slip back into her palm, where it lay a shimmering mass of tiny lustrous spheres. Regarding it intently, she said, with one of those unaccountable impulses which sometimes seize people: "Mary, I've a great mind to tell you something I've nevah yet told a soul,--how it was I came to make this necklace.
I believe I'll weah it when I stand up at the altah with Eugenia.
It seems the most appropriate kind of a necklace that a maid of honah could weah." The story of Ederyn and the king's tryst was fresh in Mary's mind, for Betty had told it at the lunch-table half an hour before, in answer to Doctor Bradford's question about the motto of Warwick Hall; the motto which Betty declared was a surer guide-post to the silver leaf of the magic shamrock than the one Abdallah followed. "I can't undahstand," began Lloyd, "why I should be telling this to a little thing like you, when I hid it from Betty as if it were a crime.
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