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After dinner, when the whole family was settled in the big living room, Jessie ran up to her room and brought down the portrait. She took it over to her grandfather and held it out to him.
“Grandfather,” she said softly. “We found this in the attic1 today. We’re all wondering who this lovely lady is. Henry thinks it’s Grandmother, but this lady looks so young.”
Mr. Alden stared at the picture. He seemed to have drifted off into another world. Looking at her grandfather’s sad face, Violet said immediately, “It doesn’t matter, Grandfather. We’ll take the picture right back to the attic.”
She picked up the painting, but Mr. Alden held out a hand to her. “It’s all right, Violet. You can leave it here.”
“Is this our grandmother?” she asked.
Grandfather smiled. “Yes, it is. It was painted when she was a very young woman, and very beautiful. But then, she was beautiful until the day she died.”
“Why was it up in the attic?” Benny asked. “Why isn’t it hanging right here?” Benny pointed3 to the wall over the fireplace.
Grandfather sighed. “Well, children, it’s a long story. All of you sit down and I’ll tell you.”
Benny and Violet sat at Mr. Alden’s feet. Jessie and Henry sat on the sofa next to Grandfather’s easy chair. They all looked at him, waiting for him to go on.
Grandfather cleared his throat. “I gave your grandmother—her name was Celia—the necklace she is wearing in the portrait as a wedding present. I had had it designed by a very talented jeweler. It was one of a kind. There was no other just like it anywhere. Your grandmother loved it so much she had this portrait painted of her wearing her precious wedding present. A year after our wedding, we had a big party to celebrate our first anniversary and, of course, she wore the necklace.
“Oh, it was a wonderful party, with food made by the best caterer4 in town and an orchestra and beautiful flowers. When the party was over, Celia put the necklace in its velvet5 box and placed the box in her dressing6 table drawer. She intended to put it in the safe the next day.”
“What happened then?” Benny asked breathlessly.
“Well,” Mr. Alden continued, “she was so busy the next day helping7 the caterers gather together all the dishes and glasses and pots they had brought to the house that she forgot about the necklace. Until that night. She opened her drawer and took out the velvet jewelry8 box … but it was empty. The necklace was gone.”
“Oh, no!” Jessie cried out.
“Where was it?” Benny asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
Grandfather shrugged9. “We never found it. We looked all over. The police came the next day and questioned everyone who had been in the house the day before. Everyone—all the people who worked for the caterer, every delivery person, everyone. They even questioned me! But no one knew anything or had seen anything. The necklace was gone forever.”
“But the picture,” Violet asked softly, “why is it in the attic?”
Grandfather sighed again. “I had hung the painting right over the mantelpiece after it was painted. I loved looking at it. But once the necklace disappeared, your grandmother couldn’t bear to look at the painting. It always reminded her of the wedding present she had so loved that was gone. So we took the painting down and put it up in the attic. After all these years, I had forgotten it was still there.”
“That is such a sad story, Grandfather,” Jessie said.
Grandfather smiled. The sadness was gone from his face. “Well, Jessie, that was a long time ago. But I will tell you, that as the oldest granddaughter the necklace would have been yours.”
“Oh, Jessie, look what you might have had,” Benny said.
The children laughed and Grandfather stood up. “Why don’t we all go into the kitchen and see if there is any of Mrs. McGregor’s chocolate cake left.”
“And some milk,” Benny added.
Grandfather laughed and put his arm around Benny’s shoulders. “And some milk,” he agreed.
They all sat around the big table in the cheerful kitchen. Grandfather poured milk for each of them and Jessie cut slices of cake.
“That’s the end of this chocolate cake,” she said, rinsing10 the empty plate under hot water.
“Maybe Mrs. McGregor will make another one tomorrow,” Benny said hopefully.
“Or a lemon meringue pie,” Henry said, just as hopefully.
As they ate their snack, Jessie said, “Grandfather, it’s so sad that Grandmother’s necklace just disappeared. Grandmother looked so lovely wearing it, too.”
Grandfather smiled. “Yes, she did. I’m glad that she had it to enjoy for a little while anyway.”
“Are you sure the police really talked to everyone who might have known anything about it?” Henry asked.
“Absolutely,” Mr. Alden said. “I was surprised at how many people they thought of to question. It was embarrassing, because they insisted on talking to all of our guests, too. And some of them weren’t very happy about that. They felt it was insulting. But the detective in charge of the case insisted.”
Mr. Alden smiled. “You can’t imagine where they looked for the necklace, too. As upset as we were at the time, your grandmother and I laughed.”
“Where?” Violet asked with interest.
“Would you believe even in the refrigerator?”
The children laughed. “Why the refrigerator?” Jessie asked.
“Well,” Mr. Alden said, “they said it wasn’t impossible that the thief might have put it there just for a little while … until he or she could get it out of the house.”
“That seems sort of silly,” Henry said.
“It did to me, too,” Mr. Alden said. “And it wasn’t in the refrigerator, anyway. But it did make a good story for a couple of years. It did make your grandmother laugh.”
“Grandfather,” Jessie said thoughtfully, “you said that Grandmother opened the jewelry box and it was empty.”
“That’s right, Jessie,” Mr. Alden said.
“What did you do with the box?” Jessie asked. “It must have always reminded Grandmother of the theft.”
“You’re right,” Grandfather said. “So I took the empty box and put it in a drawer in the desk in my den2. That way your grandmother wouldn’t keep seeing it.”
“And then did you throw it away?” Benny asked.
“No, children, believe it or not, I still have that empty box,” Mr. Alden said.
Violet’s eyes widened. “Could we see it?” she asked.
“Of course,” Mr. Alden said. “I still have it in the den.”
They all walked into the little room that Grandfather had set up as an office at home. It was here that he did any work he brought home from his office. It was a comfortable room with a leather couch and an easy chair and a big desk. Mr. Alden opened a drawer in the mahogany desk and took out a square blue velvet box. He gently handed it to Violet.
Violet opened the box and looked at the inside, which was lined with ivory-colored satin. There was a soft hollow that had once held the sapphire11 necklace. “I can almost see it,” Violet said.
“Me too” Benny agreed.
“Well, now,” Grandfather said cheerfully, “I don’t want you children to be upset about this. So let’s just forget about it. It’s bedtime, anyway.”
Later Jessie sat in Violet’s bedroom and watched Violet brushing her hair. Anyone looking at the room would have immediately known it was Violet’s. The wallpaper, the bedspread, and the curtains all had violets on them.
Violet stopped brushing and turned to Jessie. “What do you suppose happened to the necklace?”
“I don’t know,” Jessie answered, lying on her back on Violet’s bed. “Grandfather said they questioned everybody and there were no clues at all.”
Violet sighed. “What a shame. It looked like such a beautiful necklace. It would have been gorgeous around your neck, too.”
They both laughed at the very idea of it and then forgot about the missing necklace when Watch came in and tried to jump up on the bed.
It rained for the next three days, and the Aldens were becoming more and more bored. One afternoon they were all in the boxcar. Henry was trying to write his poem for Grandfather’s birthday. Violet and Benny were playing jacks12, and Jessie was reading the Greenfield newspaper. Suddenly she let out a cry.
“Look,” she shouted. She held out the paper with one hand and pointed to a picture with the other.
Henry, Violet, and Benny ran over and all stared at the paper. “Look at what?” Benny asked. “It’s just a picture of a lady we don’t know.”
“Look at what she’s wearing!” Jessie insisted.
Violet took the paper. “She’s wearing an evening dress. It’s very pretty. And the caption13 under the picture says: Mrs. Elizabeth Harkins, who was the chairperson of the Elmford Hospital Dance.”
“What else is she wearing?” Jessie asked impatiently.
Henry looked closer. “A necklace,” he said.
“It looks just like the necklace in the painting,” Jessie said.
Violet looked at the paper again. “Jessie, the necklace in this picture is so small and the picture is black and white. How can you tell anything from this?”
“I know they look alike,” Jessie said. “Let’s go back to the house and look at the painting again.”
They all ran back and into the living room, where Grandfather had left the painting leaning against a bookcase. Jessie put the portrait down on the sofa and placed the newspaper picture right next to it. The children leaned over and looked at them both very closely.
“See!” Jessie said. “They do look alike!”
“I think she’s right,” Violet said.
Henry frowned. “I can’t really tell.”
Benny hopped14 on one foot with excitement. “Maybe we have another mystery. But how are we going to solve it? We don’t even know that Mrs. Harkins.”
Henry looked at the newspaper again. “Look! She lives in Elmford … where Aunt Jane lives. Maybe we could go to visit Aunt Jane and—”
“And talk to Mrs. Harkins,” Jessie finished for him.
“We’ll have to ask Grandfather if we can go,” Violet said.
“He likes us to visit Aunt Jane,” Benny assured her.
Henry looked thoughtful. “I don’t think we should tell Grandfather about Mrs. Harkins. If it turns out her necklace is a different one from our grandmother’s, he’d be so disappointed.”
Violet agreed. “Henry is right. We don’t want to upset Grandfather for no reason.”
“All right,” Jessie said. “We’ll ask him about visiting Aunt Jane tonight.”
Violet went over to the desk in a corner of the room and took a large sheet of white paper and a pencil out of a drawer.
“What are you doing?” Jessie asked.
Violet sat down next to the painting and, leaning on a large book, started to draw. “I’m going to copy the necklace very carefully. So, if we do get to talk to Mrs. Harkins, we can show her what our necklace looks like.”
Benny watched her carefully. “But ours is blue.”
Violet smiled. “Right. I’ll color my picture when I’m finished.”
“That’s a great idea, Violet,” Henry said, looking at his sister with admiration15.
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| n.顶楼，屋顶室 | |
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den
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| n.兽穴；秘密地方；安静的小房间，私室 | |
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pointed
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| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
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caterer
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| n. 备办食物者，备办宴席者 | |
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velvet
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| n.丝绒，天鹅绒；adj.丝绒制的，柔软的 | |
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dressing
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| n.(食物)调料；包扎伤口的用品，敷料 | |
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helping
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| n.食物的一份&adj.帮助人的，辅助的 | |
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jewelry
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shrugged
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rinsing
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| n.清水，残渣v.漂洗( rinse的现在分词 )；冲洗；用清水漂洗掉（肥皂泡等）；（用清水）冲掉 | |
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sapphire
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| n.青玉，蓝宝石；adj.天蓝色的 | |
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jacks
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| n.抓子游戏；千斤顶( jack的名词复数 )；（电）插孔；[电子学]插座；放弃 | |
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caption
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hopped
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| 跳上[下]( hop的过去式和过去分词 )； 单足蹦跳； 齐足（或双足）跳行； 摘葎草花 | |
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admiration
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