“No, I suppose not. Then just write a simple, unsuspicious notice, and say small red stone.”
“Peachy!” exclaimed Gloria. “Then we’ll have a chance to learn who really is the Pirate’s Daughter.”
Trixy wrapped the vagrant stone in a piece of tissue paper and then in a piece of tin foil from her film package, meanwhile moaning weird incantations. Then, after waving it in the air to break the spell, she very gingerly dropped the paper and tin foil packet into her little jewel case.
Gloria wrote the “found notice” with directions for reclaiming the “red stone” and was off instantly to post it upon the bulletin.
“Thir-rill-ling!” she chanted. “Suppose it’s Pat’s!”
“Or Jack’s?”
“Or just a red bead from the ten cent store?”
“I’d like to get a couple of dozen,” declared Trixy.
“Well, here’s for the bill board. Better watch out. Some one might kidnap me.”
With a parting laugh Gloria raced off and it seemed she was back, out of breath, and out of speech, before Trixy could close the drawer on the jewel box.