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", old Molly-grubs, I've got to leave you here," said Bobby Hargrew, pinching the arm of Jess. "You're certainly down in the mouth to-night. I never saw you so before. I'd like to know what the matter is with you," complained Bobby, and ran off in the rain.

Jess was heartily glad to get rid of her; and it was seldom that she ever felt that way about Bobby. Bobby was the double distilled essence of cheerfulness.

But Jess felt as though nothing could cheer her to-night but the finding of a big, fat pocketbook on the street—one that "didn't belong to nobody!" There wasn't such an object in sight, however, along the glistening walk—the walk that glistened in the lamplight from Mr. Vandergriff's store.

She positively had to try her luck at the butter and egg shop. The man could do no more than refuse her, that was sure.