"What is in it—if anything?" went on Bunny's mother, in that same strange voice.
"I'll look," offered Mr. Ravenwood. "My hands can't get much more oily."
While the others eagerly watched, he opened the object, which really was a water and oil-soaked pocketbook, and he thrust his fingers down in the different compartments.
"Seems to have a little money in," he said, as he took out some nickles and pennies, and laid them on the cover. "Here's a—well, I declare, it's a five-dollar bill!" he said, as he opened a piece of paper. "It's covered with oil and grease, but it can be washed clean and will be as good as ever."
"A five-dollar bill!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "Oh, is there—is there anything else in the pocketbook? If there is, it must be——"
Mr. Ravenwood thrust his fingers into another section. A strange look came over his face as he drew out and held up in the sunlight something that gleamed and glinted and sparkled.
"Oh, it's my mother's! It's my mother's!" shouted Bunny Brown. "Give it to her!"
Mr. Ravenwood wiped the diamond ring on a clean bit of white waste, and then handed it to Mrs. Brown.
"Yes, it is mine. It's my diamond engagement ring that was in the pocketbook the dog took away! Oh, how glad I am!" she said, and there were tears in her eyes as she slipped the ring on her finger.