"Don't be too sure, my child."
She turned to him, her whole face dimpled with smiles.
"I'm almost as sure," she said, "as though I had it in my hand."
In a few minutes she stood at the lawyer's table, while a clerk was sent for the green box. One minute more, papers tied with red tape, worth thousands of dollars, and nicely filed receipts were scattered over the table. Near the bottom lay the missing packet, which, with a scream of joy,—"That's it,"—she caught and held to her breast.
"I can't sign anything to-day," she answered, as the younger partner requested her to wait a few minutes. "If you will send the papers round, I'll do it: I'm too excited now."
She ran down the stairs, whispering over and over,—
"God has been very good to me"; then to the coachman,—
[Illustration: SHE FELL ON HER KNEES. Page 169.]
"Home as quickly as possible."