"Is it a monkey?" he heard some one say, and then remembering his headgear, he scampered back to the sitting-room.
Christina and Puggy were in anxious consultation.
"Shan't I ever get my gold bangle back again?"
"Well, you see, we couldn't find a proper pawnshop, so we went into the first jeweller's we came to. The man was a decent chap. He asked how much we wanted, and we told him the exact sum. He gave it to us. He said my watch was very old, and your bangle out of fashion, or he could have given us more."
"I thought you were never coming," said Christina. "Where shall we put the bonnet? She has taken the box away."
"Oh, you must keep it somewhere," said Puggy impatiently, "girls take care of bonnets, boys don't!"
"I wish I was coming back with you two," said Dawn gravely. "I should awfully like to see Miss Bertha's face when she sees her present. Now, mind you don't say a word to anybody, Tina. Let it be a proper surprise."
"But I think I ought to tell father about my bangle."
"Rubbish! Why should you? You'll spoil it all!"
Christina said no more, but she carried a heavy burden with her to bed that night, and the next morning took counsel with Puggy.