"Now don't breathe!" cautioned Mollie, "or the spell will be broken."
No one answered her. They were all too intent on what would be disclosed when those paper folds should be turned back.
"It looks just like—just like—pshaw! I know I've seen packages just like that before, somewhere," said Will. "But I can't, for the life of me, think where it was."
"Was it in a jeweler's window?" asked Amy, in a low voice, from where she stood beside him.
"That's it, little girl! You've struck it!" Will cried, and impulsively he held out his hand, which Amy clasped, blushing the while.
"What's that talk about a jeweler's?" asked Allen.
But no one answered him.
For, at that moment Betty had folded back the white paper, and there to the gaze of all, flashing in the sun which glinted in through an open window, lay a mass of sparkling stones. Thousands of points of light seemed to reflect from them. They seemed to be a multitude of dewdrops shaken from the depths of some big rose, and dropped into the midst of a rainbow.
"Oh!" cried Betty, shrinking back. "Oh!" She could say no more.
"Look!" whispered Grace, and her voice was hoarse.