“I’ve lost some money.”
“Suppose you did,” said the woman, defiantly, “you don’t mean to say I took it.”
“No,” said Tom, “but I had it when I laid down.”
“Where was it?”
“In my pocket.”
“Might have tumbled out among the straw,” suggested Meg.
This struck Tom as not improbable, and she went back into the bedroom, and, getting down on her hands and knees, commenced poking about for it. But even if it had been there, any of my readers who has ever lost money in this way knows that it is very difficult to find under such circumstances.
Tom persevered in her search until her next-door neighbor growled out that he wished she would clear out. At length she was obliged to give it up.
“Have you found it?” asked Meg.
“No,” said Tom, soberly.