"Well, the pocketbook is rather a shabby one, even though it seems to have quite a lot of money in it," said Mrs. Bunker, as she put it away in her own shopping bag. "The leather is worn and it is torn. But we will go over it more carefully when we get home." Rose could hardly wait to get back to Aunt Jo's house to look farther into the pocketbook and see what it held. No one on the street had paid the slightest attention to Rose and her mother when the wallet had been found, and no policeman was in sight who could be asked about it. So Mrs. Bunker thought the best thing to do was to take it with her and examine it later. When Aunt Jo's house was reached Laddie, Vi and Russ had about finished watering the lawn. They had watered themselves a little, also, for they were so eager, and took so many turns with the hose that it splashed on them. But the day was warm, and, as they had on their old clothes, their father did not mind, as long as they did not get too wet. "Oh, we had lots of fun!" cried Russ as he saw his mother and Rose coming along. "We had a dandy time!" added Laddie. "You don't know what I found!" cried Rose, not thinking so much about her brothers' fun with the hose as she was about what had happened to herself and her mother. "I found something!" "What?" asked Vi. "Was it a little kittie?" asked Mun Bun, who, with Margy, had finished playing in the sand pile. "No, it wasn't a kittie, though I wish I could find one," said Rose. "Did you find a new riddle?" Laddie wanted to know. He thought more of riddles than of many other things that most boys like. "No, it wasn't a riddle," answered Rose. "You'd never guess, so I'll tell you. I found a pocketbook, and maybe it's got two hundred dollars in it! So there!" "Oh, you did not! Did she, Mother?" asked Russ, in surprise at what his sister had said. "Yes, Rose did find a pocketbook," answered Mrs. Bunker. "It was lying on the sidewalk in front of us. But whether it has two hundred dollars in it, or only one hundred, I don't know yet." "Where is it? Where is it?" cried Vi over and over. "In my bag. We really did make quite a find," she went on to her husband and Aunt Jo, who came out on the porch just then. "Look!" and Mrs. Bunker took the purse out of her shopping bag, handing it over to her husband. "See if you can find out who owns it," she suggested. "And if nobody owns it I'm going to keep it for mine," said Rose. "Can she, Mother?" Russ wanted to know. "Well, we'll see," said Mrs. Bunker. Meanwhile her husband was opening the pocketbook. He saw the roll of bills and whistled. "Well, there's some money here, anyhow," he said. "I'll count it first, so we'll know just how much it is." Mr. Bunker was used to counting over bills. He could not do it quite as fast, perhaps, as the cashier in a bank, but he soon had spread out the money in a chair in front of him on the porch, and he said: "There are just sixty-five dollars here."