Meanwhile, Mrs. Little had a call from her seamstress, who brought home some work upon which she had been engaged.
"What is the charge?" asked Mrs. Little.
"Two dollars."
Mrs. Little felt in her pocket for her money, and didn't find it. She looked puzzled at first, then her brow cleared up.
"I remember, I laid my pocketbook on the bureau in my room," she reflected.
"Wait here a moment," she said. "I will bring you the money."
But when she reached her chamber she looked in vain for the pocketbook.
"That is strange," she soliloquized. "I distinctly remember laying it down on the bureau."
She summoned the servant.
"Ellen," she said, "have you by chance been into my chamber within an hour or two?"