“Yes, yes. I had forgotten the necklace. Where is it?”
“I’m afraid you won’t get that, Miss Grant, because it never really belonged to your father.” And Mary Louise went on to relate the gypsy’s story.
Still fingering the gold, the old lady listened intently.
“Yes, that sounds right to me,” she agreed, as the story ended. “I am thankful that the necklace is back with its rightful owner. That would please my mother. Maybe now Dark Cedars will be a more peaceful place to live.”
“I believe it will be,” concluded Mary Louise as she rose to go. “Here is your key, Miss Grant – and – good-bye!”
“Wait, Mary Louise! I want to give you forty dollars – in gold. You can give ten to Jane, as I promised her, but I think you deserve thirty. You’re a good, clever girl!”
Mary Louise shook her head.
“No, thank you, Miss Grant. What I did, I did because of my love and sympathy for Elsie. If you will treat her fairly, that is all the reward I want.”
The old lady gazed at the girl in amazement at her refusal. But she saw that she meant what she said; perhaps Mary Louise’s generosity put her to shame.
“I will, Mary Louise,” she promised solemnly. “I will indeed.”
So, well satisfied with the happy solution of the mystery at Dark Cedars, Mary Louise hurried back to tell Elsie Grant the good news about her new home and the four happy years at high school which were in store for her.