Old Man Smith began to chuckle in his beard.
"Yes, I admit that's quite a help," he said, "the knowing How and Where!—But before you set out seekin' very hard for anything that's lost it's a pretty good idea to find out first just exactly what it is that you're seekin' for!—When a young lady's lost her mind, for instance, that's one thing!—But if it's her heart that's lost, why, that, of course, is quite another!"
Annie Halliway's face wasn't white any more. It was as red as roses. She had it in her Mother's shoulder.
The horses began to prance. The carriage began to creak.
Annie Halliway's Mother looked all around.
"Oh, dear—oh, dear—oh, dear, Mr.—Mr. Smith," she said. "How shall I ever repay you?"
Old Man Smith reached out his hand across the fence. There was sort of a twinkle in his eye.
"One dollar, please," said Old Man Smith.