and Helen, from whom it was snatched, stood the very picture of shame and confusion, with her hands held up before her face, as if suddenly petrified in the act of treason.
But no discovery was made, for no volley of reproach was uttered, and could they have looked in their mother's face they might have seen that strange defeatures were written there. As it was, neither of them looked or moved, until they heard the words—
"My dears, when I had a party you brought me a considerable part of the money Mr. Glentworth gave you, but you could not, did not, give me all, I hope?"
"Not all, mamma, because you told us we must find our own dresses, and so we did of course; we bought our winter clothing, and then our summer bonnets, and our challis pour demi saison, and our"
"Well, well, but you have something left? give it me all, all. I borrow it of you till your uncle sends his usual pension. I must have every shilling!"
Georgiana hastily unlocked her work-box. "Mamma should have every sovereign she had," for giving money was, indeed, a little matter, so that she could escape unblamed and unrobbed of the treasure no jewels could redeem; and Helen seeing how eagerly the prize was seized, how entirely money was the thing sought for, and how diligently every little recess in the work-box was searched for more, endeavoured
