was broken, and Hetty, helpless, saw beads and locket scattered wide on the floor.
"My locket, my locket," she said, in a loud frightened whisper to Adam; "never mind the beads."
Adam had already seen where the locket fell, for it had attracted his glance as it leaped out of her frock. It had fallen on the raised wooden dais where the band sat, not on the stone floor; and as Adam picked it up, he saw the glass with the dark and light locks of hair under it. It had fallen that side upwards, so the glass was not broken. He turned it over on his hand, and saw the enamelled gold back.
"It isn't hurt," he said, as he held it towards Hetty, who was unable to take it because both her hands were occupied with Totty.
"O, it doesn't matter, I don't mind about it," said Hetty, who had been pale and was now red.
"Not matter? " said Adam, gravely. "You seemed very frightened about it. I'll hold it till you're ready to take it," he added, quietly closing his hand over it, that she might not think he wanted to look at it again.
By this time Molly had come with bonnet and shawl, and as soon as she had taken Totty, Adam
