His mother was asleep.
Tommy sat up and peeped over the edge of the bed, then he let his eyes wander round the room; he was looking for the girl's clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen.

It is distressing to have to tell that what was in his mind was merely the recovery of his penny.

Perhaps as they were Sunday clothes she had hung them up in the wardrobe?
He slipped on to the floor and crossed to the wardrobe, but not even the muff could he find.

Had she been tired, and gone to bed in them?
Very softly he crawled over his mother, and pulling the coverlet off the child's face, got the great shock of his childhood.
It was another one!.