The severity of the man's expression yielded a little.
"Who gave it to you?"
"I do not know."
Jim frowned at this check.
"But you must know," he insisted.
Nell shook her head resolutely.
"I do not remember who gave it to me," she repeated. "But I don't remember anything about myself when I was a very little girl. I've had the locket always, just as far back as I can remember."
"How far back can you remember?" It was a perfunctory question.
"Papa and Mamma Ross, who saved me from the river, guessed that I was five or six years old. They decided on calling it six."
"And you had the locket then?"