"Are you quite sure?"
"Is mine gone, too?" cried Prudy again. "Did you put mine in the same pocket?"
"Yes, Prue; I put yours in the same pocket; and it's gone, too."
"O, Horace!"
"A pretty clean sweep, Prue."
"The vilyins!" cried Granny; looking, auntie thought, as if her whole soul was stirred with pity for the children; but, as Horace thought, as if she were trying to put a bold face on a very black crime.
"Let us go back to Dorlon's, and ask the waiters if you dropped it in there," suggested Aunt Madge.
"Yes, but I know I didn't," said Horace, with another scowl at Granny.
"My money is safe," said self-righteous Dotty, as they walked away; "don't you wish you had given yours to me, Prudy?"
"The deceitful old witch!" muttered Horace; meaning Granny, of course.