Maisie finds a pocketbook.
"Who could have lost it?" she asked herself.
Maisie was going to run to the house to show her mother what she had found when she caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground beside the road.
She ran to the boy and knelt beside him. Touching him lightly upon the cheek with a wisp of grass, she said:
"Look up, boy. What is the matter?"
"I've lost my father's pocketbook," sobbed the boy. "I drove ten sheep to market and the man paid me for them. But I dare not go home because I've lost the money."
"Do you believe in fairies?" asked Maisie.
"What good are fairies?" replied the boy.