"'Yes, she did,' said I, 'because they are gone and Bridget says that is what became of them.'
"But Olive wouldn't believe it at all. 'It isn't so!' she kept insisting. 'I just know that it is not! Why, only think how good your mamma has always been to you, and how much she has done for you, and how she loves you! Why, she wouldn't treat you that way for anything. You ought to know better.'
"And then all of a sudden I did know. I knew that she wouldn't want to do anything to hurt my feelings, and that she wouldn't be jealous of a little old string of beads, and that she wouldn't destroy anything of mine, especially when she gave it to me herself because it was nice for me to have it; but instead of that she would help me to find it and keep it.
