“Who was Mr. Harding?” asked Miss Merivale quickly.
“He was father’s partner for a little while. I don’t remember him at all. He is a rich man now, and lives in Adelaide.”
“Your father came from Adelaide, Mrs. M’Alister told me. My sister lived in Melbourne. Then you can tell me nothing else?”
Rhoda hesitated a moment. Miss Merivale’s voice had been cold and constrained, but there was a beseeching eagerness in her glance. She unclasped a little locket from her watch-chain and passed it across the table. “That and my little Bible is all I have. It must have been my mother’s, I think.”
Miss Merivale caught up the little locket with trembling fingers. She rose and went to the window, and stood with her back to Rhoda, apparently examining it.
But her eyes were too full of tears for her to see it plainly. She knew the little locket well. She herself had given it to Lydia one birthday. It was her own hair under the glass, with the ring of tiny pearls round it. All doubt vanished from her mind. She was certain now that Rhoda was her niece.
She came back to the side of the table where Rhoda was sitting, and put her hand on her shoulder as she gave her back the locket.
“Thank you for letting me see it, my dear,” she said in a voice that trembled a good deal in spite of the intense effort she was making to hide her agitation. “And now can you make yourself happy in the garden for a little while? I want you to stay to luncheon with me. I will talk to you afterwards of the work I want you to do for me. And you must tell me more about yourself. Try and think of me as a friend, my dear.”
She hurried away, not trusting herself to say more just then, and Rhoda gladly went into the garden. Her heart was very light as she wandered up and down the turf paths. Miss Merivale’s sudden interest in her and the great kindness with which she spoke when she gave her back the locket did not surprise her as it might have surprised a girl more versed in the world’s ways. But she was eagerly grateful. She felt it would be easy to tell Miss Merivale of the hard struggle she and Aunt Mary had had to keep the younger boys at school and pay the premium for Ned’s apprenticeship to that big engineering firm.
She was sure Miss Merivale would not suppose she wanted money help. She had talked of giving her work, and it was work that Rhoda was pining for. Her strong young hands and willing brain were eager to be employed to the utmost.