"Is it true, grandpa?" asked Golden, and the old man nodded sadly.
John Glenalvan took down the white brocade, and carried it away in a compact bundle under his arm.
"I shall take this away," he said, "to make sure that you do not play any more disgraceful tricks upon us. I depend upon you, father, to see that she keeps to this room, and behaves herself for the remainder of the week. If she does not, I emphatically assure you that you both will suffer through her willfulness and disobedience!"
"I will promise for her," said the old man, putting his hand over Golden's pouting and rebellious mouth. "She will not be naughty any more!"
"See that she keeps the promise," his son replied, sternly, as he turned away.
He went to Elinor's boudoir where he found his two daughters quarreling over Bertram Chesleigh.
"I tell you he admires me the most," exclaimed the elder girl, angrily, just as her father threw the necklace and the brocade into her lap, and said, triumphantly:
"Here is the finery the ghost wore, my dears. Divide it between you."
The brocade was thrown down in disgust, but a pitched battle ensued over the pearl necklace.
"I am the elder, and I am determined to have it," cried Elinor, resolutely.