Iris bowed a farewell at the front door, and returned to the living-room smiling at the funny adventure. Almost involuntarily she began to look over the floor again, searching for pins. "Have you lost anything?" asked Agnes, coming by. "No; I've been looking for a pin." "Want one, Miss Iris? Here's one." "No, I don't want a pin, I mean--I don't want--a pin." Iris concluded her sentence rather lamely, for she had been half inclined to tell Agnes the story of her visitor, when something restrained her. Perhaps it was Agnes' expression, for the maid said, "Were you looking for the pin Mrs. Pell left you?" "Yes, I was," said Iris, astonished at the query. "I have it," Agnes went on. "I picked it up the day you threw it away." "For gracious' sake! Why did you do that?" "Because--that's a lucky pin. Miss Iris, your aunt had that pin for years." "I know it; it's been years in that box Mr. Chapin held for me." "But before that. When I first came to live with Mrs. Pell, she always wore a pin stuck in the front of her dress. Once I took it out, it looked so silly, you know. She blew me up terribly, and said if I ever disturbed her things again she'd discharge me. And I gave it back to her--I had stuck it in my own dress--and she wore it for a short time more, and then she didn't wear it. Even then, I wouldn't have thought anything much about it, but a maid who lived here before I did, said she lost a pin once that had been in the waist of Mrs. Pell's gown and they had an awful time about it." "Did they find it?" "I don't know. I think not. I think she took another pin for a 'Luck.' Why, Polly knew about it. She said when she heard what Mrs. Pell had left to you, that it might be the lucky pin." "Oh, what foolishness! Well, Agnes, have you really got the pin that Aunt Ursula left to me?" "Yes, ma'am, as soon as I saw you throw it away, I watched my chance to go and pick it up before Polly could get it." "Do you want to keep it?" "Not if you want it, Miss Iris. If not, I'd like to have it. I suppose it's superstitious, but it seems lucky to me." "Go and get it, Agnes, and let me see it." * * * * * But the maid returned without the pin. "I can't find it, Miss Iris. I put it on the under side of my own pincushion, and there's none there now. I asked Polly and she said she didn't touch it. Where could it have gone?" "You used it unthinkingly. It doesn't matter, there's no such thing as a lucky pin, Agnes. You can just as well take any other pin out of Aunt Ursula's cushion--take one, if you like--and call that your 'Luck.' Don't be a silly!" Iris smiled to think that neither of the pins her strange visitor carried off with him was the right one, after all. "But," she thought, "it makes no difference, anyway, as he thinks he has it. He's sure it's one of the two he has; if there were three uncertain ones it would be too complicated. Let the poor man rest satisfied. I wonder if he found the dime."