“Jim come home from Hadbury at six, sir,” began Larry, his red face blowzier than usual and his eyes wide with excitement; “and he says to me, ‘Larry, the Princess’ (that’s what we call Miss Unger, sir)--‘the Princess lost seven hunderd-dollar bills at the Hadbury polo-grounds to-day.’ I kicked my heels clean into the air, sir, I was that happy----” “Why, Larry!” “I found ’em, sir.” Now his face was fairly purple with joy. “You found them!” repeated his master. “Well, that _is_ luck!” “Here, sir.” Larry produced a slender purse of brown seal from the inside pocket of his coat. “You was gone before I could tell you.” “Are you sure it’s Miss Unger’s?” asked Phil. “I haven’t looked into it, sir.” Seated, heads together, they opened the purse. “Two, four, six, seven,” counted Phil, lifting the crisp bills when he had flattened them out. “Sure enough! Well, Larry, you light the lamps, and we’ll make The Lilacs two-forty. I’ll wait at the side gate; and don’t you say anything about my being there. I couldn’t go in. Just ask for Miss Unger and hand her the purse.” “Me, sir?” asked Larry. “_Me_ take it to the Princess?” “Yes. We won’t let her stay worried a second longer than we can help. Here--put the purse into your pocket again. Miss Unger has offered a reward, Larry, but I’ll give you the hundred myself. I’d rather. Are we ready? Good!” The car went forward at a bound. “Bless you, sir, I don’t want no reward,” the man answered. “Why, it’s reward enough just to have her talk to me, sir, for ten minutes, maybe, and thank me, and--and smile. Many’s the time I’ve looked at her, sir, like I’d look at a beautiful star, and I’ve said to myself, ‘I’d like to have a missis like her.’” “Oh, you would.” The car came to a stop at Mrs. Vander Laan’s side gate. “Yes, sir--you’ll excuse me, sir,” added Larry quickly. The gravity and thoughtfulness in the other’s tone seemed very like reproof. Then the groom sprang down from his seat and was off toward the house at a run. He was breathless when he reached the servants’ entrance. But while he waited he recovered his breath instead of imparting his good news to the maid who welcomed him. Also (that same maid remarked upon it afterward), he twirled his hat constantly, refused to sit down, and kept wetting his lips as if he were nervous. Then--he was in the old-fashioned, dimly-lighted drawing-room, his hat revolving steadily and his tongue cloven to the roof of his mouth. She came presently, sweeping through a door at the farther end of the long, high room. She was in pink--a cloudy pink that set off her loveliness marvelously. And as she advanced toward him Larry forgot to do anything but look. “You wish to see me?” she asked. “Y-Yes, Miss. You lost a purse this mornin’.” “Yes.” “I found it, Miss.” She gave a cry of delight. “You found it! Oh, I’m _so_ glad!”