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about mine,' cried the angry girl, as she opened the
garden-gate that led to the back door of their residence.
Freddy was looking out of the window, but Mabel took no notice of
him, but ran straight upstairs to her own bedroom, to take off her things
and examine minutely her dress, if happily the missing brooch might
have slipped down into her bosom.
Julia, however, went to inquire how her mamma was, and therefore was
the first to hear the dismal tidings that papa had come home on purpose
to take his daughters to a place of entertainment, but finding they were
not at home, had gone out again very angry, without eating any dinner.
This, though it put the finishing stroke to that day's disaster, poor Julia
knew would not be an end to the troubles they would have to encounter;
for though indeed she was innocent of blame with regard to the brooch,
she felt she had acted selfishly in leaving her mamma with the children,
when she saw how tired and poorly Mrs. Ellis appeared to be.
'I am very sorry, dear mamma,' said Julia, 'that you have been so

troubled with the children; I hoped that Susan would have minded them
while we were out.'
'Well, go now and take off your things, my dear,' replied Mrs. Ellis;
'then you and Mabel can have tea in the nursery with the children,
while I rest on the sofa.'
'Yes, dear mamma; they shall go with me at once,' said Julia. 'Come,
Freddy; come, Gerty; and come, little Willie,' she added, as she took
the chubby hand in her own, and was leading him away, when her
mamma said, 'Mind you don't hurt his poor leg, Julia, for he has fallen
and scraped the skin off.'
'Oh, poor boy!' said his sister, as she took Willie up in her arms; 'let us
go and put a "passer" on it.' This was always what the little fellow
called out for, when he hurt himself: 'Oh, put a "passer" on--put a
"passer" on!'
Mabel was very glad when Julia brought up the children, and told her
that their mamma was lying down on the sofa, for she had no wish to
talk just then with anybody. She felt indeed much disquieted, but what
her feelings were when her sister related the circumstance of their
papa's coming home, on purpose to take them to a place of amusement,
may be more easily imagined then described; and yet we fear that
self-reproach did not, in the smallest degree, mingle with their feelings,
so little do some people know of self.
CHAPTER IV.
THE RECOVERED TREASURE.
It was with a feeling of great uneasiness that Mabel awoke the next
morning. She had not at all made up her mind what to do. She was, as I
have shown, a very selfish girl, and not by any means of a good
disposition; indeed, I should say, that no selfish person could be. But
she was not in the habit of telling direct falsehoods, though she did not
scruple to prevaricate, if such a course suited her purpose; and this
practice is certainly not only near akin to falsehood, but leads directly

to it.
Nothing was said at breakfast-time to make any disturbance, and papa
went out as usual; while Mabel and Julia, with minds still oppressed by
the loss on the preceding day, requested mamma to permit them to take
the children for a walk, before they began lessons.
'It is such a lovely morning,' said Mabel, 'and we can go towards the
Park, the same way that we went yesterday.'
Of course the brooch was uppermost in Mabel's mind, and indeed in
Julia's too, though nothing was then said.
'I am quite willing that you should all go, my dears,' said the kind
mother; 'only remember, little Willie can't walk as fast and as far as you
can.'
'Et me tan, ma; me walk a long, long way wid pa, and me not tired a
bit,' said Willie, shaking his curly poll, and running off with Julia, who
was his favourite, to get dressed.
'Susan, where's my gold brooch?' inquired Mrs. Ellis of the servant,
who happened to be in the bedroom dusting, when her mistress entered.
'I don't know, I'm sure, ma'am,' replied Susan. 'I saw it on the
pincushion yesterday, before the young ladies went out; I have not seen
it since. Perhaps Miss Mabel may be wearing it.'
'Nonsense, Susan!' said Mrs. Ellis; 'how could you think Miss Mabel
would do such a thing without my leave?'
'Well, ma'am,' answered the steady servant, 'I don't know whether you
gave leave or not, but I know I have often seen the young lady with the
brooch in her necktie.'
Mrs. Ellis felt