Chapter XIIThe little gold shoe remained on the closet shelf, perhaps not forgotten, but hidden. Jamieson, Fausset and Brown, and Young’s Concordance were forced to come down and assist in preparing a sermon, but Josephus stayed on the job, and so thoroughly protected the small package done up in brown paper, that no one would ever have suspected it contained a valuable diamond buckle.
Then one day there came a letter for Marget from Florida, just a note, in a high scrawly hand on queer big expensive paper:
“Dear Mrs. Macdonald:
I’m sending you a little trinket, just to remember me by. Please don’t think I ever can pay for all you and your son did for me when I was storm-stayed, but I want you to have this just to know how grateful I am.
Sincerely,
Anastasia Endicott.”
The little tri
