“Come back to the library and we will look together.”
They searched along the well-lined walls, and presently Nancy took King Solomon’s Mines up to Augusta.
“Little stupid! I have read it,” said Augusta; and she flung the book with passion to the other side of the room.
“You will hurt your wrist if you are so rough,” said Nancy. She went and stood by the window. She looked out, and suddenly made an exclamation.
“Why, Gussie!” she cried.
“Well, what now?”
“How did you do—— Oh, I say! there is your gold bangle hanging on one of the small branches of the wistaria—just half-way down. How did it get there?”
“Can it be seen?” asked Augusta.
“Seen!” answered Nancy. “Of course it can; it shines like anything.”
“Run down at once; go under my window and find out if you can see it from below.”