She was too bewildered even to gasp, but stood rigid as a statue, staring. Her bracelet—lying in the mids of a tawdry collection of jewelry, silverware, and brass ornaments!
What did it mean. How did it get there?
As she stood in awful fascination, a bell-boy approached.
"The sale is to-morrow afternoon, ma'am," he said.
"The sale!"
Rosalind spoke so explosively that the boy was startled.
"Yes, ma'am; at three o'clock. There's the sign."
He pointed to a placard that rested on the top of the case. She read:
"These beautiful articles in this case, donated through a spirit of humanity by residents and summer visitors at the islands, will be sold at three o'clock to-morrow afternoon for the benefit of the war sufferers in Europe.
"If you cannot add your mite to the collection, you are cordially invited to attend the sale and become a purchaser, and incidentally a helper in a noble cause.