"Yes."
"I am rather tired. I guess I'll go up to my room."
"Stop a minute, Loammi. Perhaps you can help me solve a mystery."
"Now it is coming!" thought Loammi.
"What is it, ma?" he inquired, carelessly.
"I have met with a loss."
"What have you lost—your watch?"
"No, my pocketbook."
"You don't say so!" ejaculated Loammi, in innocent surprise. "I hope there wasn't much money in it."