But stay," he added as she was turning to go, "you have been crying; what is the matter ?" "I have lost my rings, papa," she said, bursting into tears.
"Ah! I am sorry, more particularly because it distresses you, though.

But where did you lose them, daughter ?" "I don't know, papa, but I am afraid it was in the brook." "Ah, yes! that comes of playing in the water.

I think you had better keep out of it in the future: but run up and get dressed, and don't cry any more; it is not worth while to waste tears over them." Elsie hurried upstairs, delivered her father's message, and Chloe immediately set to work, and exerting herself to the utmost, soon had her nursling looking as neat as usual.
Rose had followed the little girls upstairs, and was helping Sophy to dress.
"Dere now, darlin'; now I tink you'll do," said Chloe, giving the glossy hair a final smooth.

"But what's de matter?
what my chile been cryin' 'bout ?" "Because, mammy, I lost my rings in the brook, and I'm afraid I will never find them again." "No such ting, honey! here dey is safe an' sound," and Chloe opened a little jewel-box that stood on the toilet-table, and picking up the rings, slipped them upon the finger of the astonished and delighted child; explaining as she did so, that she had found them on the bureau where Elsie must have laid them before going out, having probably taken them off to wash her hands after eating her dinner.
Elsie tripped joyfully downstairs.

"See, papa! see!" she cried holding up her hand before him, "they were not lost, after all.