She knew Armine would say she
was right, and be indignant that Janet should meddle with mother's
private stores. So she turned over on the pillow, cooled by the
morning breeze, and fell into a sound sleep, whence she was only
roused by the third "Miss Barbara," from her maid.
She heard no more of the matter, and but for the absence of the
davenport could really have thought it all a dream.
She was driving her two little fairy ponies to Kenminster with
Elvira, to get the afternoon post, when a quiet, light step came into
the bedroom, and Janet stood within it, looking for the davenport, as
if she did not quite believe her senses. However, remembering
Babie's eyes, she had her suspicions. She looked into the little
girl's room and saw nothing, then tried the closet door, and finding
it locked, came to a tolerably correct guess as to what had become of
it, and felt hotly angry at "that conceited child's meddling folly."
For the awkward thing was that the clasped memorandum-book,
containing "Magnum Bonum," was in her hand, locked out of, instead of
into, its drawer.
When searching for the account-book for her uncle, it had, as it
were, offered itself to her; and though so far from being green, with
"Garden" marked on it, it was Russia leather, and had J.
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