"Oh, Olga!" gasped Janice.
"Huh? What iss it the matter?"
"We have looked everywhere for you!"
"For me? Why for me? I don't vork no more. I keep house for my hoosban'," and Olga smiled broadly.
"You—you are married to Mr. Sangreen?" asked Janice doubtfully.
"I bane married right avay when I left you. We go to his folks—dey leev up in Michigan. He try vork dere and I coom back on a veesit to Yon Yonson's wife. He vork for Misder Latham."
"Yes, I know!" cried Janice, anxiously.
"Now Willie bane coom back to his old yob at de pickle vorks.
And how is you? You look fine."
"Oh, Olga, we have been dreadfully worried. When— when you went away from our house did you see a little box—like a jewel box? I left it on your trunk in the storeroom."
"On my troonk?" repeated the woman. "Where it stood in de storeroom?"