“Yes, and there is no trace of it anywhere,” replied the girl. “And it’s the only locket I have and has the pictures of mother and father in it. The only pictures we have of them.”
“Well, dear, don’t let’s give up hope yet. Let me go with you and look,” answered her aunt.
“Dear Aunt Betty, I am sure it isn’t in there. I always wear it. You know I do. Ever since you gave it to me it has been my most cherished possession,” bewailed Dorothy.
“No, it isn’t anywhere in there,” said Alfy, decidedly, walking into the room at that moment. “I, myself, have searched everywhere, and you know how thorough I am, Mrs. Calvert.”
“Maybe it’s upstairs in our old rooms,” suggested Aunt Betty. “They might have mislaid it.”
“I will ring for a maid and then Alfy and I will go up with her and look,” answered Dorothy, immediately acting on the suggestion.
“It must be up there, dear, as everything else came down safely, and all my jewelry is intact,” added Mrs. Calvert.
“I do hope it is. It has given me such a scare,” rejoined Alfy.
“Come along, Alfy; we are going up now,” said Dorothy, as the maid appeared in answer to her summons.