"Oh yes it is! Far, far different, Amarilly. It has a history."
"Yes, I guess it has," laughed Amarilly, "It's been goin' some these
last two months!"
"Why, what do you mean, Amarilly? and I forgot in my excitement to ask
how it helped you. But first tell me. You know there is a pocket in it?"
"Yes, Miss King."
"Have you noticed anything in the pocket?"
"Never looked onct. But then if thar was 'twould hev come out in the
wash. It's been did up heaps of times. You see, rentin' it out so
much--"
"Renting it out!"
Amarilly gave a graphic account of the adventures of the errant garment
to date. Meanwhile Colette's countenance underwent kaleidoscopic
changes.
"Amarilly," she asked faintly, "have you the addresses of all those
people to whom you rented it?"
"Yes; I keep books now, and I put it down in my day ledger the way the
Boarder showed me."
"There was something--of mine--in--that pocket. Will you ask your mother
to look for it, and hunt the house over for it?"
Amarilly, greatly distressed at the loss, promised faithfully to do so.