“Look here,” he said after a few moments, “don’t you like baseball?”
I nodded as hard as my stiff throat would let me.
“Well,” he went on, “don’t you think your aunt would let you go to the big games with me next year?”
I sat up. “Oh,” I said, “if she only would!”
“We’ll see that she will. But that’s a long way off. We’ll have to have good times before that. Ever been to the Hippodrome?” I said I hadn’t, and he described it. I became very interested, for it sounded like a sort of glorified circus. I had to lie down again, for I began to feel dizzy and sick, but he went right on talking of it as he arranged the pillows for me and made me comfortable.
Then I thought of the bracelet and asked for Jane. Mr. Kempwood rang, and she came. I told her I wanted a white satin box that stood on my bureau, and asked her please to get it. When she brought it back I held it for several minutes without opening it, and then I shut my eyes and felt. The bracelet was there.
I put it on, and then after a little interval I told Mr. Kempwood the whole story. I couldn’t talk loudly, but he leaned over and got it all.
“Dear child,” he said, “that’s utter nonsense.”
I looked at it and shook my head.
“Give it to me,” he said; “I have a wall safe, and I’ll take charge of it for you.”