You must really make the best of it." "Well, look here, Laura, you put it in your work-basket," cried Hector Spurling.

"You shall be my banker, and if the rightful owner turns up then I can refer him to you.

If not, I suppose we must look on it as a kind of salvage-money, though I am bound to say I don't feel entirely comfortable about it." He rose to his feet, and threw the note down into the brown basket of coloured wools which stood beside her.

"Now, Laura, I must up anchor, for I promised the governor to be back by nine.

It won't be long this time, dear, and it shall be the last.