"Yes."
"Had it any writing on it?"
"Some items. Do you think it could be found?"
Star took out her purse, opened it, and held up the paper a few feet from Christian.
"Twelve plum-tarts," she began, "twelve apricot-tarts, twelve cheese-cakes——"
"Oh, don't go on! That paper is mine," said Christian. She turned very red. "Give it to me," she continued; "I want it."
"Of course you want it," replied Star; "but if you have no objection, I think I will just keep it."
"But why should you, Star? It's mine; please, give it to me." Christian's voice became full of distress.
"I am ever so sorry, dear, but really I don't think I can, I want it. I won't show it to anyone, of course, but I want to keep it, just as a little piece of evidence. Christian, do you know what you are doing?"