And she's gone.

But I'm an old thing, you know, and not so tender-hearted as you; and I confess I should have been very glad to hear that the wicked old witch had been sent to prison and hard labour--I should.

And what do you suppose she was looking for--what did she want to steal?
I think I can guess--what do _you_ think ?' 'To read the papers; maybe to take bank-notes--I'm not sure,' I answered.
'Well, I think most likely she wanted to get at your poor papa's _will_--that's _my_ idea.
'There is nothing surprising in the supposition, dear,' she resumed.

'Did not you read the curious trial at York, the other day?
There is nothing so valuable to steal as a will, when a great deal of property is to be disposed of by it.

Why, you would have given her ever so much money to get it back again.