“No such thing!” insisted Grandmother Gordon. “After I missed the locket, I searched the house high and low.”
“You’ll find it someday,” declared Grandfather Gordon. “When you do, you’ll be sorry you accused poor Mrs. Stone.”
“I never did accuse her,” corrected Mrs. Gordon. “It was just a feeling I had. I couldn’t have her working in my home, because I was convinced beyond a shadow of doubt that she took the locket.”
“Ah, a shadow of doubt!” teased Grandfather Gordon. “If my memory does not fail me, you have made slight errors before. Now the time your glasses were lost—”
“That was entirely different. To be sure, I have misplaced articles. But not the locket!”
“You say you recall showing it to Mrs. Stone?” questioned Miss Gordon thoughtfully.
“Distinctly. She had been working for me during threshing time. Then Grandfather Gordon and I planned a little wedding anniversary celebration—nothing elaborate—only a few guests.
“For the occasion, I put on my old lavender silk wedding gown.”
“And the gold locket?” asked Connie, who was deeply interested in the story.
“No, the chain was broken, so I could not wear it. But I recall showing the locket to Mrs. Stone.”