Florence went on writing.  At last she had finished.  She folded up the sheet of paper and put it into an envelope.  Then she hastily opened the drawer which contained the silver wreath and the ruby locket and the purse of gold and the parchment scroll.  She collected them hastily, scarcely glancing at them, wrapped up in tissue-paper, then in brown, tied the little parcel with string, slipped the note inside the string and laid it on the table.