She had turned her pocket inside out, and stood holding it while she gazed and searched on the ground round her.

Then, in feverish haste, she unfastened her bodice, and searched there.
"The money! Oh, the money, Nikolai!" she cried anxiously, and went on shaking her skirt and looking about her, almost beside herself.

"The silver was wrapped up in the two dollar notes, just as father gave them to me, and I put them into my pocket at once." "What _shall_ I do, Nikolai ?" She began to cry, but all at once, with a sudden thought, she flew to the basket.

But it was not there.
They searched and searched.
Of course it must be at the corner by the rubbish-heap, for she had stood there and waved her basket.

It would be lying among the broken bottles.
The pale, thin rim of the autumn moon had risen over the yards while they were searching there step by step, Silla every now and then uttering a despondent, monotonous "Suppose I don't find it!" and Nikolai plunging his arm up to the elbow into puddles in which the roll of money might have fallen.
They had been by the bridge, they had searched the rubbish-heap, they had looked up and down and everywhere; it was not to be found.
It was beginning to be late, and Mrs.Holman was waiting at home.