"Can't find it."
"Look on the shelf."
"Can't reach it."
"Take the stool."
"Leg's broken."
"Take the chair."
"Chair's gone to be mended."
Mother, "I suppose I must come myself!"
The mother then returns, looks about, and misses Monday. "Where is my Monday?" she demands of the eldest daughter.
The daughter says, "Under the table." The mother pretends to look under the table, and calls "Monday!" then says, "She isn't there." The daughter suggests various places, up on the shelf, down in the cellar, etc., with the same result. Finally, the eldest daughter cries and says: "Oh, please, mother, please! I couldn't help it, but some one came to beg a light for her pipe, and when I looked for her again she had gone, and taken Monday with her."