"No, Don, it will not. I feel morally sure Uncle will never let us read it."
"For shame, Dorry. Just wait, and it will be all right. You found the book, and Uncle will be delighted, and we'll all read it together."
Dorry wiped her eyes.
"I don't know about that," she said, decidedly, and much to her brother's amazement. "I found it, and I want to think for myself what is best to be done about it. Aunt Kate didn't write it for everybody to read; we'll put it back in the bureau. My, how late it must be growing," she continued, with a shiver, as, laying the parcel in, she closed the drawer so softly that the hanging brass handles hardly moved. "Now, good-night, Donald."
"What a strange girl you are," he said, kissing her bright face. "Over a thing in an instant. Well, good-night, old lady."
"Good-night, old gentleman," said Dorry, soberly, as she closed the door.
CHAPTER XVI.
A DISCOVERY IN THE GARRET.
"Is Miss Dorothy in?"