"Haven't you got a five-dollar note in your pocket?"
"Yes, but it's my own."
"We won't continue the discussion," said Mrs. Little, sadly. "I would a great deal rather have given away the money than lose it in this way."
"So you think me guilty, Mrs. Little?"
"I shall have to, if you don't explain how the pocketbook came to be in your room."
"That I can't do. Of course it was placed there, but I can't tell who did it."
"Of course I must report the matter to Mr. Little."
"Do so, madam. Perhaps he can think of some way to find out the real thief."
"Ma, I am sleepy. I think I will go to bed," said Loammi.