Almost involuntarily she began to look over the floor again, searching for pins.
"Have you lost anything?" asked Agnes, coming by.
"No; I've been looking for a pin."
"Want one, Miss Iris? Here's one."
"No, I don't want a pin, I mean—I don't want—a pin." Iris concluded her sentence rather lamely, for she had been half inclined to tell Agnes the story of her visitor, when something restrained her.
Perhaps it was Agnes' expression, for the maid said, "Were you looking for the pin Mrs. Pell left you?"
"Yes, I was," said Iris, astonished at the query.
"I have it," Agnes went on. "I picked it up the day you threw it away."
"For gracious' sake! Why did you do that?"
"Because—that's a lucky pin. Miss Iris, your aunt had that pin for years."