Never did any bird flying back to a plundered nest which it had left brim-ful of chirping young ones, express more complete despair in its anguished cries, and flutterings, than she by her single "Oh!" And the change that transfigured her late happy countenance. Mr. Linton looked up.
"What is the matter, love? Have you hurt yourself?" he said.
His tone and look, assured her he had not been the discoverer of the hoard.
"No papa—" she gasped. "Ellen! Ellen! come up-stairs—I'm sick!"
I obeyed her summons, and accompanied her out.
"Oh, Ellen! you have got them," she commenced immediately, dropping on her knees, when we were enclosed alone. "O, give them to me, and I'll never never do so again! Don't tell papa—You have not told papa, Ellen, say you have not! I've been exceedingly naughty, but I won't do it any more!"
