he name of Meeta or Margot to
Henry; at any rate, he whispered a name beginning with an "M," and
Henry looked not a little set up in having been thus chosen as his
father's confidant.

When every one of the children were satisfied, they placed the cup and
the fragments in the basket, and then they all settled themselves in
readiness for the rest of the story.

* * * * *

"We must now turn, a little while, from the quiet, happy family in
Martin Stolberg's cottage to Heister Kamp. What Father St. Goar had
told her about Stolberg's children having found something curious near
the waterfall had worked in her mind for above a week, for so long it
was since Margot had found the purse; and she had watched for some of
the children passing by her door every day since.

"On the Sunday morning they did indeed pass by to go to church, but
their father and grandmother were with them; and she knew well enough
that she should have no chance of any of them when the older and wiser
people were present.

"The family came to church in the afternoon, but Heister was at chapel
then.

"In the evening, however, she made up her mind to climb the hill as far
as the cascade, hoping there to meet one or two of the children
standing about the place.

"It was hot work for Heister to make her way up the hill so far, but
what will not curious people do to satisfy their curiosity? And just
then the village was particularly dull and quiet, as no stranger had
happened to come for the last ten days, and many of the poor women had
left their houses and gone up with their flocks to the chalets on the
mountains.

"When Heister got near Stolberg's cottage she met Jacques. He was going
down on an errand to the pastor's from his father. He made a bow, and
would have passed, when Heister stopped him to ask after his
grandmother's health. When she had got an answer to this inquiry, she
asked him various other questions about the lambs, the bees, and other
matters belonging to the farm and garden; and then, with great seeming
innocence, she said:

"'You were looking for some herbs the other day, were you not, by the
waterfall, and your sister found a very rare one, did she not? I ask
you because I have many a chance of parting with scarce plants, dried
and put into paper, to the strangers who come into the house.'

"'I don't think,' answered Jacques, 'that little Margot would know a
scarce plant if she found one.'

"