There was no answer; his mother had not heard him.
"Mamma," in a louder tone, "oh, mamma!"
"What is it, my son?"
Seeing by his unhappy face that something was wrong, she nodded permission for him to leave the table; and at the same time arose and followed him into the hall.
"Dear child, what is the matter?"
"Papa's watch," he moaned. "I'm afraid somebody will steal it."
As Mrs. Dunlee knew nothing whatever about the watch this sounded very strange. She wondered if Jimmy had really been hurt by his fall and was out of his head.
"Why, my precious little boy," said she, taking his hot hand in hers. "Papa's watch is safe in his vest pocket. Nobody is going to steal it."
Jimmy looked immensely relieved.
"Oh, has he got it back again? I'm so glad! Where did he find it?"