As they went upstairs they met Twaddles coming down, carrying the cat,
Annabel Lee, in his arms.
"Going to give her a ride on the sled—just in the hall," he informed them. "If she gets used to sleds in the house, maybe she'll like to take a ride outdoors. Philip could pull her."
Aunt Polly was doubtful about Annabel Lee's feelings toward sleds, but
Twaddles was sure she would learn to like coasting.
CHAPTER III
AUNT DOROTHY'S LOCKET
"Aunt Polly?" Meg tapped lightly on her aunt's door.
"Yes, dear, come in," called Aunt Polly. "You found your muffler?
That's good. Come over here and see this."
Aunt Polly was seated before her open trunk, a little white box on her knees. Meg came and stood beside her.
"This was your great-great Aunt Dorothy's," said Aunt Polly, opening the little box.
It was lined with blue velvet and on the velvet lay a little gold locket.