"Come, Lettie! come, sister! come home with me," her brother said.
She heeded not; the only seeming effect was a convulsion of the muscles used in holding the lamp. I ventured to take it from her.
"Where did you find it?" she asked, in determined tones; "will you tell me now?"
"Whom is she speaking to?" asked Mr. Axtell.
I answered,—
"Yes, Miss Axtell, it was in here."
"Where is the rest?" and her beautiful eyes were coruscant.
I handed to her the last of the trophies of my first visit. She seized it eagerly.
"Don't do that," said Mr. Axtell, as she lighted it from the lamp he held. But she was not to be stayed; she held it aloft until the fire came down and touched her fingers; then she dropped it, burning still, down to the stone floor, far below.
She seemed helpless then; she looked as she did when a few hours before she had said, "I want some one to help me."