“Have you looked everywhere for the watch, girls?” Mrs. Norwood asked. “I dread telephoning over to tell him that we cannot find it.”
“Maybe we would better look again,” Jessie observed doubtfully.
“But you have already dug over the whole garden. My poor Marshal Niels!” murmured her mother.
“It is no use,” declared Amy, with briskness. “Somebody came along and picked it up.”
“Oh! Don’t say that!” cried Jessie.
“It might be so,” her mother observed. “There have been people around to view the wreck. Those children, for instance, last evening.”
“That’s just what I said; but Jess won’t hear to it,” Amy cried. “We don’t know how honest those Dogtown kids are.”
“Little Henrietta is no thief,” Jessie declared earnestly.
“I don’t believe she is, either,” her mother said, smiling. “That funny little thing could not possibly be mean, if she is untamed. But those children with her—especially those boys. A watch such as this that has been lost would be a great temptation.”
“But, Momsy! They would not even know the value of it.”