“Where did you leave it, my child?”
“On the table in the parlor. I put it there while I opened the blind; and when I came out I forgot all about it. Then I went to look for it, and couldn’t find it any where.”
“Are you quite sure you left it there? Think again for a moment.”
“Very sure, mother.”
“Don’t be too sure, Flora,” added her mother, with a smile. “You know you were very positive, the other day, that you left your scissors in the basket; and then you found them in your play room—just where you had put them yourself.”
“I know it, mother; but I feel pretty sure, this time, that I left the thimble on the table.”
“I think you had better look in every room you have visited since you lost it. How long ago was it?”
“About an hour, I should think. I never thought of it till just now.”
“Well, you look in every place you have been, and if you don’t succeed in finding it, I will help you search for it then.”
Flora went immediately to the play room, and then to the kitchen, the dining room, and a dozen other places; but the gold thimble was not to be found. Then she tried to think where else she had been, and went over the ground a second time.