ned
to their homes there were books and paper dolls, pocket knives and
boxes of candy. It was a pleasant hour, yet Polly was not sorry
when the carriage turned towards the hospital.

Mrs. Jocelyn would not go in, and the little girl bade her good-bye
with a clinging embrace.

"I love you de-arly!" she whispered: which made the little lady
smile happily to herself all the way up the street.

Nobody was in the Doctor's office, and Polly lingered by the pile
of packages which the footman had deposited on the couch. She was
pulling out David's present from under the others, the present
that had finally been changed from a fruit knife to a flute, when
a voice from the doorway called out:--

"Hul-lo, Pol-lee!"

She turned, to see David's merry face.

"You can't guess what I've got for you!" chuckled the lad.

"You could n't possibly guess what I've got for you!" she
retorted gaily.

David's eyes opened wonderingly, falling on the pile of bundles.
Then he went back to his own secret.

Putting his hand in his pocket, he drew forth what Polly had
feared she should never see again.

"My locket and chain!" she cried.

David grinned happily, and passed over the necklace.

"Where did you get it?" she questioned.

"You may thank Cornelius for it," he told her. "I met him down
on Grant Street, and--I don't know what made me--I happened
to speak of your losing this. He was interested all at once, and
wanted me to tell him just how it looked. When I said the locket
was set with turquoises, he clapped his hand on his side and cried
out, 'I bet yer that was it! I bet yer 't was!' It seems he'd
seen a boy--only this morning--showing a locket to a little
kid, and he thought then it was queer he should be having a girl's
locket round that way. Cornelius said he could get it easy enough
of the boy had it with him. So we went round to the school, and
waited till 't was out. He had to go on an errand for his father
this afternoon, and so was excused early.

"Burt Sehl is the boy's name, and Cornelius and I walked along
with him till we got off the street--Cornel' was sharp enough
not to tackle him near the school. As soon as the crowd thinned
out, he asked him if he had that locket, and at first Burt put up
a bluff. Finally he admitted that he got it from Greg. Simpson;
said he swapped a lot of tops and marbles for it."

"I should n't suppose he'd have given it up," cried Polly
excitedly.

David laughed. "He di