“I gave her leave to look over the contents of my jewel box; she is a very careful little body, and mammy and I are both on the watch:”  answered mamma.  “It is a great treat to her; and she takes up only one article at a time, examines it till satisfied, then lays it back exactly as she found it.  So please, papa, may she go on?”

“Yes, if mamma gave permission it is all right, darling,” he said, caressing the child and returning the necklace.

“Tank oo, papa, mamma; Elsie be very tareful mamma’s pitty sings,” she cried with a gleeful laugh, holding up her rosebud mouth for a kiss, first to one, then the other.

“Let papa see where you put it, precious,” he said, following her as she tripped across the room and seated herself on a cushion in front of the box.

“Dere, papa, dus where Elsie dot it,” she said, laying it carefully back in its proper place.  “See, so many, many pitty sings in mamma’s box.”

“Yes,” he said, passing his eye thoughtfully from one to another of the brilliant collection of rings, brooches, chains, bracelets, and necklaces sparkling with gems—­diamonds, rubies, amethysts, pearls, emeralds, and other precious stones.  “Little wife, your jewels alone are worth what to very many would be a handsome fortune.”

“Yes, Edward, and is it not really a pity to have so much locked up in them?”

“No, it is a good investment; especially as things are at present.”

“I could do very well without them; should never have bought them for myself:  they are almost all your gifts and papa’s, or his purchases.”

Aunt Chloe had returned with the needles and yarn, and now Elsie began giving the lesson in knitting, both she and her pupil making very merry over it.  Rose and Mr. Dinsmore presently joined them, and the latter, not to be outdone by his son-in-law, invited his wife to teach him.

Horace was at his lessons, but Rosebud, or Rosie as she had gradually come to be called, soon followed her parents.  She was a bright, merry little girl of six, very different from what her sister had been at that age; full of fun and frolicsome as a kitten, very fond of her father, liking to climb upon his knee to be petted and caressed, but clinging still more to her sweet, gentle mamma.

Mr. Travilla and she were the best of friends; she was devotedly attached to her sister, and considered it “very nice and funny,” that she was aunt to wee Elsie and baby Eddie.

“Oh,” she cried, the moment she came into the room, “what is wee Elsie doing?  Mamma, may I, too?”

“May you what?” asked Rose.

“Why, what is the child doing? playing with your jewels, Elsie?” asked Mr. Dinsmore in a tone of surprise, noticing for the first time what was the employment of his little granddaughter.

“Yes, papa; but she is very careful, and I am watching her.”

“I should not allow it, if she were my child.  No, Rosie, you may not; you are not a careful little girl.”