“Ye-es.”
“I think this little hand-bag is yours.”
“Oh, did you find it?”
“Yes, and I ought to have returned it sooner. I’m afraid I found it within an hour of the time you lost it, but better late than never.” He handed her the bag.
“Oh, thank you so very, very much. How did you find it?”
“Oh, I was just amusing myself noticing where your auto broke down.”
“It isn’t my auto.”
“And I picked up the bag on the stone wall.”
“Oh, thank you so very much for your trouble. The bag isn’t really worth anything, but—” She stopped short and looked at him suspiciously. “How did you know I was in an auto?”
“You just said so—or said as much,” smiled Harry.