“Oh!” There was a note of genuine sadness in Grace’s voice. “Ex—excuse me!” she apologized. “But I came almost to know her by the lovely things in her trunk.”
“I am sure you did.” The little lady beamed. “She was a choice soul, Aunt Emily Anne!
“But tell me—” She dropped into a chair. “Your letter interested me so much. Won’t you tell me how you came into possession of this trunk, and how you came to write that wonderful letter?”
“Wonderful letter?” the girl thought. “At last one has returned to give thanks. How gorgeous!”
She did tell Miss Baxter all she wished to know about the trunk and the letters.
“But this Bible?” The little lady’s eyes gleamed. “You say it is worth several thousands of dollars?”
“I am sure of it.” Grace nodded her head. “I’ve had the signature verified. It is genuine.”
“Then,” said Miss Baxter, “let us form a society, you and I—a ‘Society for the Return of Lost and Strayed Trunks.’ How does that sound? There is a ‘Society for the Return of Lost and Strayed Cats.’ Trunks are more important than cats, much more!”
“But you are the only one who returned to thank me. Besides,” said Grace, “I don’t quite understand.”
“Oh! The plans,” the little lady smiled, “we must work them out little by little. We shall sell the Bible. I will add to that fund. This will give us working capital. You shall be the secretary, and do a great deal of the work.”