You needn't be cross with
me, Diana; I didn't mean to say any harm of anybody. But--mother
says"--she laid an obstinate stress on each word--"that she remembers
quite well--grandpapa meant her to have: a diamond necklace; a
_riviere_" (she began to check the items off on her fingers)--"there
were two, and of course Aunt Sparling had the best; two bracelets, one
with turquoises and one with pearls; a diamond brooch; an opal pendant;
a little watch set with diamonds grandma used to wear; and then a lot of
plate! Mother wrote me out a list--I've got it here."
She opened a beaded bag on her wrist, took out half a sheet of paper,
and handed it to Diana.
Diana looked at it in silence. Even her lips were white, and her fingers
shook.
"Did you ever send this to papa?" she asked, after a minute.
Fanny fidgeted again.
"Yes."
"And what did he say? Have you got his letter?"
"No; I haven't got his letter."
"Did he admit that--that mamma had done this?"
Fanny hesitated: but her intelligence, which was of a simple kind, did
not suggest to her an ingenious line of reply.
"Well, I dare say he didn't. But that doesn't make any difference.
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