D have put it downstairs in daddy's safe," said Bobby thoughtfully. "But that doesn't do me a bit of good now," sobbed Betty Gordon. "Don't you remember where you had it last?" asked her friend slowly. "In my bag, of course. And I carried my bag to town to-day. Yes! I remember seeing the paper it was in at the bottom of my bag more than once while I was shopping. Oh, dear! what shall I do?" "Then you are quite sure it was not stolen?" Bobby suggested. "No. I don't suppose it was. It just hopped out somehow. But where? That is the question, Bobby. I can't answer it." She rose finally and finished her preparations for bed. Bobby was very sympathetic; but there did not seem to be anything she could say that would really relieve Betty