CHAPTER X
THE FILIGREE BRACELET
Aunt Minerva took off her silver-rimmed spectacles, wiped them excitedly, and put them on again.
“And she said she didn’t know who the child was or why she was there? Well—I—never!” she exclaimed, adjusting them all awry.
Marcia had decided to tell her aunt all about it. And Janet had agreed with her that since Miss Benedict had spoken as she did, there could be no further occasion for secrecy. So that night they gave her an entire history of the affair, and found her a willing listener, interested and sympathetic beyond their wildest expectations.
“Why, Aunty, I didn’t suppose you’d care much about it!” exclaimed Marcia, in surprise. “And here you are, nearly as excited over it as we’ve been.”
“Why, who would not be?” said Miss Minerva. “It’s precisel
