"Let us go and buy another," remarked my sister in desperation.
"Impossible," replied our student, who had now joined in the search, "you might get one in Helsingfors, but nowhere else."
We were in despair. Before evening the whole town had heard of the English ladies' strange loss, and the bathing cap was as much commented upon as though it had been a dynamite bomb.
Confession, they say, is good for the soul. Then let me own my sin. The next day that bathing cap was found—I had packed it up!
Wherefore my sister on all inconvenient occasions says—
"Yes, she packed once; she put away everything we wanted, and left out everything we had no use for."
How cruelly frank one's relations are!
Alas! my haunted Castle is restored, and the revels of the ghosts and the goblins are now disturbed by the shrieks and snorts of the modern locomotive.