"But we don't know the streets, Mother," said Rose.
"We can ask a policeman. If we find the name of the owner, and it is too far for us to go where she lives, we can give the pocketbook to the policeman and he will deliver it for us. But open it and see what is in it," returned Mrs. Bunker.
The pocketbook opened easily enough, and as Rose turned back the flap she gave a cry of surprise.
"What's the matter?" asked the excited child's mother.
"Oh! Oh, it's just full of money!" cried the little girl. "It's piled full of money, Mother! Look!"
She hurried to her mother's side with the opened pocketbook. Surely enough, when Mrs. Bunker looked, she saw a roll of green bills. Just how many were in the pocketbook she could not tell.
"Well, this is quite a find!" said Rose's mother. "The person who lost this will feel bad about it. We must try to find the owner."
"Oh, can't I keep it?" asked Rose.
"Of course not," said her mother. "Whenever we find anything we must try to discover the owner and give the lost thing back. If you lost your doll you'd want whoever found her to give her back; wouldn't you?"
"Oh, of course, Mother! But Sue—she isn't a pocketbook full of money."