"Don't destroy that too, sir," I exclaimed. "You've ruined one pair of gloves for me already. Isn't it singular, what could have become of that other one," I continued. "I've searched high and low for it—everywhere, in fact."
"Where did you see it last?" he inquired.
"I cannot remember anything about it, after—after—Tigre and I started on our race. Don't scold," I said, coaxingly, "you know I am going to reform."
"Careless girl," he said, gloomily, "what will you lose next?"
"It wasn't my fault; I've looked everywhere for it. Isn't it strange what has become of it?"
"Very strange," said Mr. Rutledge, gravely. "Indeed, I may say, in a high degree mysterious."
[CHAPTER XVI.]
"Get thee back, Sorrow, get thee back!
My brow is smooth, mine eyes are bright,
My limbs are full of health and strength,
My cheeks are fresh, my heart is light."
MACKAY.
"Why, which way are we going?" I exclaimed, as we turned off, on an opposite road, about quarter of a mile before reaching the well-remembered depot and gloomy suburbs which had been, I supposed, our destination.