Ye see I was tidyin' up yer room, and yer brush dropped down behind the bureau; and when I pushed it out from the wall I found this under the edge of the carpet.

Ye better keep these little things in the drawer." Her hand was in the capacious pocket of her apron as she spoke, her plump fingers feeling about its depths.

"Oh, here it is," she cried.

"I was gettin' nigh scared ter death fer fear I'd lost it.

Here, give me your cuff and I'll put it in fer ye." "What is it?
A cuff button ?" he asked, controlling his disappointment but biding his time.
"Yes, and a good one." "I'm sorry, Mistress Kitty, but it cannot be mine," he returned with a smile.