"No—it was blue!" said I unguardedly.
"Are you sure, Peter?" And here, glancing up, I save that she was watching me beneath her lashes.
"Yes," I answered; "that is—I think so."
"Then you are not sure?"
"Yes, I am," said I; "it was a blue riband," and I turned over a page very ostentatiously.
"Oh!" said Charmian, and there was another pause, during which I construed probably fifty lines or so.
"Peter?"
"Well?"
"Where did you say it was now—my locket?"
"I didn't say it was anywhere."