“Well,” he said, “it’s been a perfectly wonderful three days, hasn’t it? I don’t suppose I’ll ever have anything as exciting as that happen again. But I’m sort of glad it’s over.--Only, where do you suppose mother’s going to keep the necklace till she can put it in the bank on Monday?” “I don’t know,” I said. “But if she tells you I shall never forgive her. You can trust her with it, anyhow. She won’t lose it.” “No,” said Punch contentedly, “I guess she won’t.” THE END TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Perceived typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.