Judy crept to her room and returned presently with a little electric dark lantern her father had given her. This she flashed on the china pig.
“One sinner hath repented,” she whispered. “It is Martin.”
Nance reached for the hammer.
“Break him open,” she ordered. “Let’s, see if the money’s safe. He might be filled with stage money, too.”
Molly struck Martin Luther with the hammer, muffling the sound with a corner of the rug. The flashlight revealed quantities of silver.
“Oh, girls!” she exclaimed, “I’ve got it all back. I’m glad the thief repented and I’m glad, oh, so glad, to get the money.”
“And now the sale is on again,” said Judy, jumping about the room in a wild, noiseless dance.
“I can’t resist it,” ejaculated Molly. “I’ll buy the dress if you really want to sell it, Judy.”
They looked carefully at the address on the box. It was printed with a soft pencil and merely said: “Miss M. Brown.”
“I suppose the girl felt sorry,” Molly remarked. “But it’s a pity she started up so soon again after her repentance and took Minerva’s medals.”