"If I knew I'd have to take it back," answered Paddy, "but, unfortunately, people don't often leave their visiting cards on their ash heaps."
This was not all. The very day after he found the dollar, Peggy, from her window, saw more frantic waving.
This time it was a silver spoon!
"I can find the owner of that, I'm sure," says Paddy. And he made the rounds of all the houses in the neighbourhood to see if they were missing any spoons, but nobody claimed it.
Peggy cleaned it and made it shine like new. At first she didn't like to use it—it was so beautiful—but her husband persuaded her that as long as they couldn't sell it, seeing that the owner might be found some day, she had better get the good of it. So she yielded, and declared that the soup had an extra richness all on account of the silver.
"It's luck coming our way, dear," says Paddy. "Money in our pockets and a silver spoon in our mouths—you'll see."
And it was so; though at first it took such a round-about path—- a little way luck has—that they quite mistook it for something else.