“Well, Aunt Rachel, how are you feeling this morning?” asked her nephew.
“Out of sorts,” was the laconic reply.
“I am very sorry for that. I suppose there is reason for it.”
“Yes; I’ve been robbed.”
“Indeed!” said Mr. Norris. “Lost your purse? I wonder more ladies are not robbed, carrying their money as carelessly as they do.”
“That isn’t it. I am always careful, as careful as any man.”
“Still you got robbed.”
“Yes, but of a bank book.”
Here Carl became attentive. It was clear that he would not have to look any farther for the owner of the book he had found in his stateroom.
“What kind of a bank book?” inquired Mr. Norris.