“Please remove your hand from my shoulder, Miss Coolidge,” Brownie commanded, in tones that she dare not disobey.
“Mr. Dredmond called upon you at our house the day you left; he said he had something belonging to you which he came to return,” she went on, as her hand fell by her side, and dropping her eyes before the other’s indignant gaze.
She was very curious about the object of that visit.
“I know it,” replied Brownie, much amused, as she saw that Isabel was almost afraid of her in her haughty pride.
“You know it? How?”
“Yes, and I have my property back again,” and she deftly shifted her cuff, bringing the glittering button upon the upper side of her sleeve.
Miss Coolidge started slightly on beholding the elegant trifle.
“Ah, that was it, then? It is very elegant, isn’t it? I presume it belongs with the collection we have in our possession,” she said, spitefully.
“It does, Miss Coolidge, and I will thank you to return my property.”
“When you prove it is yours, I will.”