"I didn't suppose you would find it," said Hannah dryly. "I guess you've seen the last of your necklace, Posy; it's gone to find the cat's collar, I guess. Come," she continued, turning to Nancy, "you just understand that this won't do here."
"I don't know what you mean," stammered poor Nancy, looking pale and frightened.
"Yes, you do understand well enough," said Hannah. "You just hand over that necklace and that cat's collar, or there'll be trouble, I can tell you."
"I don't know where they are," said Nancy, trembling. "I haven't touched them. The necklace was on Posy's neck when we were playing in the barn."
"Yes, I know that," answered Hannah; "and you may as well own up first as last. Come, hand it over;" and she laid her hand on Nancy's shoulder and gave her a shake.
