Charity, I’ll stand by you!"
•All morning the noises of searching
resounded through the house. Scrap
ing of furniture across the polished
floors; opening and shutting of draw
ers, shaking of rugs, yowls of stepped
on cats, rapturous shrieks from Polly,
as some long-lost treasure of her own
came to light.
“My wriss watch! My own little
wriss watch! Think of dat! Does it
ticks any more?”
By noon the job was done, and well
done. Yet. possessed by search nb
sesston. Lucy continued to wander
from room to room, looking in insane
places for the missing bond. At 4
o’clock she was peering carefully into
all the overshoes on the floor of the
coat closet, when Charles came in.
"We heven't found it!" Lucy in
formed him. backing out of the closet
and coming erect with profound re
lief. "Ar.d I’ll hot you the bond to a
hiscutl you didn’t lose it in this house!
Short of ripping up the mattresses
and locating the secret panel, this
house has been gone over right."
She was very hot. very tired and
very cross—yet she remained. In spite
of it, very pretty. Her yellow linen
dress, beyond criticism at breakfast,
looked now beyond hope. Large
smudges of dust and dirt collected in
various remote corners of the house
adorned about three-fourths of her
very pink face. It. took no hairdresser
to note that her nice bob of nice black
hair, had not been groomed for some
time.
"Oh, say, Miss Lucy, you look tired
to death,” Charles cried.
