"What?"
"They've got our handkerchiefs."
"Handkerchiefs!" cried Mr. Figgs, ruefully, "why, I forgot to get back my purse."
[Illustration: Sold.]
"Your purse! Well, let's go out to-morrow--"
"Pooh! It's no matter. There were only three piastres in it. I keep my circular bill and larger money elsewhere."
"Well they made something of us after all. Three piastres and five handkerchiefs."
The Senator frowned. "I've a precious good mind to go out there to-morrow and make them disgorge," said he. "I'll think it over."