"Of a purse."
"Where were you sitting?"
"Just here."
"Do you suspect anyone of taking your purse?"
"Yes, this boy took it. I am almost sure of it."
As she spoke she pointed to Rupert, who flushed with indignation.
"It is false," he said.
"If you don't believe me," said the girl, "search him. I am sure he has the purse in his pocket."
"What kind of a purse was it?" asked a quiet-looking man, sitting on the opposite side.