"I took from it what you needed at the time: but it is not unpacked, and it is in the upper hall closet."
She was picking up the broken delf meekly.
"Did you see a small bag I brought? And where's my satchel? Good heavens! What has made me put off that letter so? For I have thought of it, and yet I have kept it back."
"It is safe, in your closet, Miss Cassandra; and the box is there."
"Aunt Merce," I called, "will you have nothing to eat?"
She laughed hysterically, when she saw what I had done.
"Where is Hepsey, Aunt Merce?"
"She goes to bed after dinner, you know, for an hour or two."
"She must go from here."
"Oh!" they both chorused, "what for?"