“How did you know it was small?” she asked with smiling interest.
“They always are,” he answered. “Where was I?”
“‘A small handkerchief belonging’——”
“That doesn’t sound quite shipshape. Let’s try again. ‘Lost, a small lady’s’——”
They laughed together as though it was a most novel and excellent joke.
“I don’t care to advertise my smallness,” she objected.
“Well, once more now. ‘Lost, a small handkerchief with a funny little lace border and an embroidered D in the left-hand lower corner. Finder——’”
“An embroidered D?” she asked puzzledly.
“Wasn’t it a D?”
“Perhaps it was,” she allowed. She leaned a little farther forward, for the brief glance she had cast toward him had revealed the fact that his head was startlingly near. “And—and the reward?” she asked a trifle constrainedly.