At any other time Esther might have felt wounded at Betty’s so evidently wishing to get rid of her and have her older friends stay behind (for Esther had that rather trying sensitiveness that belongs to some shy people and makes them difficult), but with Christmas near at hand secrets were too much a part of Camp Fire life to be regarded seriously, so that Esther straightway left the O’Neill girls, Betty and Rose, to themselves.
Then Betty went immediately over to a closet and brought out the locked tin box. As she opened it she explained her plan to Rose, who said nothing at first, merely leaning a little curiously over one of Betty’s shoulders watching her take out her pretty ornaments, while Mollie and Polly stood guard on the other side.
Betty of course had the usual discarded childish trinkets—a string of amber beads, pins and a small ring—but these she put hastily aside as of no value, and then with a little sigh of admiration and regret drew forth a really beautiful possession, a sapphire necklace with tiny diamonds set between the blue stones, which Betty loved and had chosen for her special jewel.
“I expect this is worth the amount of my debt,” Betty suggested huskily. Her father had given her the necklace the last summer they were in Europe together.
But Rose Dyer shook her head decisively. “Not that, Betty; indeed I have not yet made up my mind whether you ought to be allowed to part with any of your jewelry, at least before you ask your brother Dick.”
Next the girls considered Betty’s blue enamel watch which her brother had given her on her last birthday and a small diamond ring. She had just about decided that she preferred to part with the ring when Polly exclaimed thoughtlessly, “Are those the papers you were so unwilling to give up this afternoon, Princess?”
At this Betty nodded, frowning slightly. They had decided not to make any mention of the afternoon’s experience in order that Nan should never hear about it.
“There is some mystery or other about these papers,” she explained, picking up a large envelope with an official seal on the outside. “Father asked me to take good care of this envelope all my life and never to open it unless there was some very special cause. As he never told me what the reason should be I suppose I will keep it sealed forever.” Then Betty with a little cry of delight dropped the envelope inside the box picking up another paper instead, which had a gold seal and two strings of blue ribbon pasted upon it.
“What a forgetful person I am!” she exclaimed in a relieved voice. “Why here is a two hundred dollar bond which honestly belongs to me, since once upon a time I actually saved the money for a whole year to buy it. It will pay all I owe without any bother.”
And Betty tucking her precious box under her arm, straightway the little company made ready for bed.