"I will add your name," he said, "and address,—it will be better."
So he added, "Clapp, Fountain Head Inn," and passed the paper over to Joe Battishill, who gravely began to count the syllables.
"One and twopence, please, sir," said Joe.
Claud tossed him half-a-crown.
"You'll want something when you get to Stanton," he said; "you can keep the change."
Clara came creeping down the stair, looking white and nervous.
"Please, sir, mother say she never saw no blue handkercher nor pudding-basin neither."
"Eh?" said Claud. "Well, now I come to think of it, no more did I; I suppose it was left by the wayside."
"I'll be bold to say it wasn't," said William Clapp, "for I walked oop right past the place, and I should a known my missus's dish-clout, bless yer."
"I suppose it's hidden among the grass," said Mr. Cranmer, after a moment's thought. "Let us go and look. Is your mother sure it was not brought here, Clara?"