Atherton's
surprise, indulged with her in more than one playful romp,
teasingly calling her his little "Metaphysics," and asking if she
hated him still.
She did not. Next to Richard and Marie, she liked him better than
any one she had ever seen, and she was enjoying his society so
much when a most unlucky occurrence suddenly brought her happiness
to an end, and afforded Grace an excuse for doing what she had
latterly frequently desired to do, viz. that of sending the little
girl back to the Asylum from which she had taken her.
Owing to the indisposition of the chambermaid, Edith was one day
sent with water to Mr. St. Claire's room. Arthur was absent, but
on the table his writing desk lay open, and Edith's inquisitive
eyes were not long in spying a handsome golden locket, left there
evidently by mistake. Two or three times she had detected him
looking at this picture, and with an eager curiosity to see it
also, she took the locket in her hand, and going to the window,
touched the spring.
It was a wondrously beautiful face which met her view--the face of
a young girl, whose golden curls rippling softly over her white
shoulders, and whose eyes of lustrous blue, reminded Edith of the
angels about which Rachel sang so devoutly every Sunday.
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