"Sh—sh! don't make so much noise."
"He sees it, I'm sure, or he'd have gone long ago."
"Sh—sh! can't you?"
Mr. Budgett heard it all. "I believe I've left my pocket-book," he said, half aloud, as he turned to go up stairs.
"It's all up now," said Karl, vexedly.
"Maybe not. Keep dark."
"Couldn't very well do otherwise under these coats. Why doesn't he go? I'm smothering."
This decided Mr. Budgett. Up he went, and with Aunt Budge's hand-glass and the mirror took a complete survey.
"Did you find it?" called Aunt Budge, as he came down again.
"Yes," from Uncle Budge, who was listening for more whispers.