YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



path she had taken; but Skippum and I 

 thought we saw a little chill creep through 

 her at the words and the determined flash 

 of Mistress Wakeman's blue eyes. 



Just then came the rapid whirl of wheels 

 and Mr. Wakeman hurried in, followed by a 

 wary-faced little man with a long, sharp 

 nose, too big for the rest of his face, and 

 funny ears that spread outward and forward 

 a little, as though to catch every sound, and 

 the sharpest blue-gray eyes, that seemed to 

 look you through and through. This weasel- 

 faced little man they called Mr. Seeforth. 



"How is all this, Imogene?" inquired 

 Mr. Wakeman, excitedly; and the lady told 

 the tale of the robbery in their absence, the 

 overturned drawers, and the dreadful se- 

 quel the missing jewels. 



" How do you think they found entrance, 

 madam?" inquired the sharp-nosed man. 



"I am sure I can't imagine, Mr. Seeforth, 

 for Becky, my cook, was standing right in 

 the wing kitchen, where she could see every 

 door to the house, except the front, and that 

 is double-locked all the time," answered the 

 mistress. 



Becky had retired respectfully toward the 



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