you would do it," said her mother, in the hopeless tone of a convicted criminal.
"They were such bargains, I couldn't resist them," answered the girl sorrowfully. "Yes, they are presents; at least five of them are. I guess I will keep one for myself, and save that, any way. Just put one of them back, please. And oh, dear! do you have to lift out that heavy tray? There are nothing but clothes at the bottom of the trunk."
"Nothing at all but clothes," interposed her mother peevishly. "I don't see why you have to go through everything in this fashion."
"Nothing at all but clothes," repeated cousin Jim, who had hitherto stood staring silently at the confusion before him. "Can't you take the ladies' word for it, when they assure you there is nothing underneath but clothes?"
"My dear sir," said the inspector, exasperated into insolence, "I should be very glad to take any lady's word, but I can't. I've learned a great deal better."
Maisie's mother colored hotly, with the righteous indignation of a woman who lies easily,
