"Why, that reminds me, I lost my handkerchief."
"Oh!" said Barnabas, staring up at the moon.
"I think I must have dropped it—in the wood."
"Then, of course, it is gone—you may depend upon that," said
Barnabas, shaking his head at the moon.
"It had my monogram embroidered in one corner."
"Indeed!" said Barnabas.
"Yes; I was—hoping—that you had seen it, perhaps?"
"On a bramble-bush," said Barnabas, nodding at the moon.
"Then—you did find it, sir?"
"Yes; and I beg to remind you that my name—"