"We will put our means together, Mrs. Sheldon. I have something laid by, and perhaps Miss Warrington will assist us."
"Sibyl has other uses for her money, I fear."
"Surely none more worthy than this, Mrs. Sheldon."
Aunt Faith grew somewhat impatient. "Mr. Leslie," she said emphatically, "you do not understand my niece."
"I think I understand Miss Warrington's character, and I think she will help Margaret Brown," replied the young clergyman gravely.
At this moment a step on the gravel-walk was heard, and Sibyl herself crossed the piazza and entered the hall.
"Have you been down town, Sibyl?" asked Aunt Faith.
"Yes, aunt," replied Sibyl, coloring slightly, as she returned Mr.
Leslie's greeting.
"Have you made any purchases?" continued Aunt Faith, glancing at an oblong box in her niece's hand.
Sibyl hesitated; then, as if impelled by a sudden impulse, she took off the wrapping-paper and opened the case. "I have bought my pearls at last, Aunt Faith. Are they not beautiful?" she said.