Rose gasped.

"Why, Aunt Sylvia!" said she.
"All these things belonged to your aunt Abrahama, and now they belong to you," said Sylvia, in a triumphant tone.
"Why, but these are perfectly beautiful things!" "Yes; I don't believe anybody in East Westland ever knew she had them.

I don't believe she could have worn them, even when she was a girl, or I should have heard of them.

I found them all in her bureau drawer.

She didn't even keep them under lock and key; but then she never went out anywhere, and if nobody even knew she had them, they were safe enough.