Well, the burglary was about Monday of the last week of school, and about Tuesday we were sick and tired of it—me and Swatty was—but we didn't know how to shut Bony up, because we couldn't have burglars come to our houses just because we wished they would. So Tuesday after school when I went home my sister Fan was out in the side yard, where the vines grow on the porch, and she was down on her hands and knees.
Fan had been looking pretty sick for a good while and it was because Herb had gone back on her, or her on him. I felt mighty sorry for her, even if she was my sister, and mother said she was worried and that the only thing to cheer Fan up would be to send her somewhere, far from the scene. So Fan had said she would go.
So there she was on her knees in the grass and when she saw me she said, “Georgie!”
“What?” I said.
“Georgie,” she said, “I lost a ring here—one with just one diamond in it—”
“I know. The ring Herb gave you.”
“Yes. If you find it for me, George,” she said, “I'll give you—I'll give you ten dollars.”
Well, I tried to divide three into ten, and you can't do it, so I said:
“Maybe I can find it for fifteen dollars,” because that would be five dollars apiece for me and Swatty and Bony.
Fan looked at me, and then said, “Very well, find it if you can, please.”