"You've found it!" Polly hugged him in her delight, though she knew that Artie did not take kindly to caresses. "You found it! Good for you, Artie!"
"How did you know it was there?" asked Margy, while Polly fastened the pin to her blouse and resolved to be more careful in the future.
"Yes, tell us how come you're a detective," Fred suggested.
Artie wanted to pretend that his feelings were hurt. He succeeded in looking injured and in keeping still until they came back to the car. Then Mr. Williamson's interest and curiosity were too much to be resisted.
"It was this way," explained Artie while Mr. Williamson shot ahead, anxious to catch up with the other car.
"I read in a book that people with sense always watch things. When they are taking a walk, they see the trees and the plants. When they are out driving they notice the landmarks. I like advertisements—I always watch them. And when our car tipped to let the other go by, I looked right at that advertisement for orange marmalade and I remembered it. So when Polly said she dropped her pin I knew she must have dropped it there."
"My goodness, you read a lot of books, don't you, Artie?" Jess said, with manifest respect.
"Improving ones," replied Artie modestly.
"Huh, what about the story books you keep under your bed?" Fred suggested. "Nothing very improving about Indians and pirates, that I ever heard of."