d rings, and it is full of louis d'ors; give it to me, Margot.'

"'No, no, no!' cried the little girl; 'no, it is for grandmother; I
shall take it to her.'

"'It is a valuable purse,' said Jacques; 'somebody has lost it; now
grandmother will be rich! Let me see it, Margot; let me see what is in
it.'

"'No, no, no!' cried the little one, clasping it in both her dimpled
hands; 'you shall not have it! it is for grandmother.'

"'Only let me carry it to the door,' said Jacques, 'for fear you should
drop anything out of it; and when you come to the door, I will put it
into your own hands.'

"Jacques never said what was not true to Margot, and Margot knew it;
she, therefore, was content to give the purse to him; and the three
then set off to run home as fast as they could.

"They supposed that no one had seen them when they were talking about
the purse, but they were mistaken; Father St. Goar was not far off,
though hidden from them by a part of the rock which projected between
them.

"He heard Margot cry and talk of having found a net, and golden fish in
it; but when Meeta and Jacques came near to the child, he could hear no
more, because they spoke lower than before. He had heard enough,
however; and when he went back to the village, he told Heister Kamp
what he had seen, and made her more curious than himself to find out
what it could be, though she felt pretty sure that it must be a purse
of gold.

"How astonished was Monique when little Margot put the purse in her
lap, for she was sitting at work just within the door.

"Meeta would not let Margot tell her own story, but raised her voice so
high that Martin himself from one side, and Ella from another, came to
see what could have happened. They came in just in time to see Monique
empty the purse, and count the golden pieces. There were as many as
fifteen on the one side of the purse, and on the other was a ring with
a precious stone in it, and four pieces of paper curiously stamped.
Martin Stolberg saw at once that these pieces of paper were worth many
times the value of the gold, for he or any man might have changed them
for ten pounds each.

"'Son,' said Monique, 'Margot found this near the waterfall; it must
have been lost by some of the visitors; it is a wonder that we have
heard of no one coming to look after it. What can we do with it?'

"'Buy a cow, father,' said Jacques.

"Martin Stolberg shook his head.

"'It is not ours, Jacques,' he said, 'thoug